Возвращение [Vozvrashcheniye] [English translation]

Everyone is looking for a dream, we’re leaving home

To dive into the depths

In a circle of strangers, to fall down, and rise again,

To strike out letters, to wish and to forgive.

To weather our lips; we’re losing ourselves

Sitting in comfort, tired of being bored

And missing the people on the photos; I’m tired of being alone,

Of being a non-melted butter, but I’ll hug you.

I’m back, I’m happy.

Open the windows wide.

Wake me up with the wind.

Let this city roar.

Our meetings are so rare.

Open the windows wide.

Wake me up with the wind.

Let this city roar.

Our meetings are so rare.

So rare... So rare...

So rare...

Our meetings are so rare.