Я всё ещё здесь [Ya vsio escho zdes] [English translation]

You might ask me, what happened?

Oh, nothing, just become cold.

And I dreamed, unfortunately, of a warm summer .

I woke up and the sun like had not happened.

I am looking not blinking, In an invisible point

My breakfast, untouched, was cold.

No, I'm not sick, I just remember

What is the reason I am still here.

My paper boat wanted to conquer the ocean waves.

Where to look for a beach now

and how to run doom with a sense?

I could want to lay in the grass, ends of the grove and could not think about things unresolved...

Ah, this reality - Ice peaces packs.

Ah, the sun -The solid burns.

Wild Horses Rush in the prairies .

Under the rain I"m substituted my face and my palms.

I seemed to be in a coma

And do not remember any way-

Why am I here.

Sun beam on the pillow, and the wind rustles light curtains.

I'm afraid to stir: what if all this is a dream,

What's if it is going to finish so soon.

I am open to happiness, so pain and my blood equal pulsate in the veins.

And I still dream that will go on to liberty

I still draw paintings on the walls of the prison.

I remember well, miracles do not happens

I pretend that I'm not alive / inanimate/.

And just amazes me the thing:

/Only one thing surprises me/

I'm still here.