Жива [Zhyva] [English translation]

How many thoughts, how much unwelcoming

How many seed never were sprouted up

How many thoughts, how much unwelcoming

How many seed never were sprouted up

How many machines are broken forever

How many people are in my memory

I'm choosing my new outfit

Now you see her for the last time

You won't recognize me

I have colored dreams now

And there's a depth of the blue lakes in my eyes

You won't recognize me

Blood is like a hot gold

And now, goodbye, no one is watching us

People get up and dress up

People never return back again

You won't recognize me

I have colored dreams now

And in my eyes are the depths of the blue lakes

You won't recognize me

Blood is like a hot gold

And now, goodbye, no one is watching

With cold hands you stand

And I'm alive

Alive and not made of iron

This soul in your hands is cramped