Скользить по земле [Skolʹzitʹ po zemle] [English translation]

Oh, how easy’s my life spending glide

No trace of the soul left behind

Just step outside of a door

Yeah, fleet past deserted old streets

Past strangers that faint in the wind

And whom snakes of roads hurt more…

Yeah, the dawn is about to begin

How come I dare spreading my wings

And fly chainless up in the sky?

Yeah, maybe so is the way to rewind

Only my strings of brass’re running wild

To sing so high, way up high.

Yeah, the dawn is about to begin

How come I dare spreading my wings

And fly chainless up in the sky?