Той день [Toj den'] [English translation]

I wouln't want to be left without the sea,

I wouldn't want to choke with water in the shallowness.

The cherished "if only" lets us long for something,

yet the everyday "but" doesn't let us keep going seawards.

It's audible, and it's tedious, and there's a wish we two could be left alone,

to sleep, and to get to know what pills to use as a cure for wine,

let us find the vinyl words,

let us, let us drink it to the dregs.

I will draw the day

where I am flying, the day

where I am singing,

that day, that very day.

And I will see a seagull flying,

I am in the sky, not in a mire,

I want to find myself in that day, that day.

Give me a scrap of paper...

It's dangerous at night and boring in the daytime,

And the rocks are rushing, and seed sprouts up from it.

It's audible, and it's tedious, it's cutting you in half,

the guests lay bones on the table in front of them.

Let us find the vinyl words,

let us, let us drink it to the dregs.