Вторник [Vtornik] [English translation]

Ordinary tuesday, the most imperceptible day

He was as if he were not, swam and sank sleepily in the wednesday

I'll start the motor, on a traffic roundabout a traffic jam

The road isn't a pleasure, but on the subway - that isn't it

I drive home. I drive, drive, and around sweeps a snowstorm.

I called you the day, just so

-Hallo? Hi!

-Hallo! Hi!

I called you all day, but only long beeps in response.

I dial the number, and again no one takes up. Where are you, my friend?

Where, where are you, good friend?

We will never grow old,

If we can sometimes be friendlier.

Open fastly, I'm at the door.

I'm at the door.

As if we are together again, such a dream I had last night.

And me - only songs, and it isn't only a game.

And a sorrow - not a problem, and the years - the city's, and the mountains - the height, and I want to go there

And so wanted you, but something got lost and stopped your step.

The time isn't constant, one never knows,

Please, don't let it decide everything for us.

A few minutes will not return the years,

But together we can just look in them.

And to this window, I was hurried up, perhaps for the last time.

We will never grow old,

If we can sometimes be friendlier.

Open fastly, I'm at the door.

I'm at the door.

We will never grow old,

If we can sometimes be friendlier.

Open fastly, I'm at the door.

I'm at the door.

Open fastly, I'm at the door.

(so, if we were together again)

Ordinary tuesday... the most imperceptible day