В лето [V leto] [English translation]

Was it warm for me?

And on the scraps of dream, I'm not your star and sun.

Was it easy for me?

Entangled in silence, I don't understand these dreams,

To the bottom, hot breath, as if unconscious.

I'm missing it, even to the gallows

With a proud face.

In to the summer I'm flying, still won't let me go,

Where without you, the sky begins from sea.

I do know now, in the Internet beautiful photos, square

And don't believe me anymore, how am I there.

40 hours to take off.

And in attack is lie, one minute till I'm free,

And in my hands I'm warming up the knife.

And millions of words don't say, that this is not love.

Hot breath, as if unconscious.

And again, I'm not missing you, even to the gallows.

But he is my God.