Злива [Zlyva] [English translation]

The water comes from the sky again, water

We all are one-to-one with it

Someone begs me not to leave

And someone's fence had been gnawed away

The water comes from the sky again

The rain poured it for both of us

Recently, there was a spring, there's a redhead autumn already

The year has passed, as if it was washing us with water

What has changed, what is left?

Is it what for everyone was cold?

There's a hand in my hand

There's an aim for these hands to be together

How many of us aim to miracles?

Every third, or maybe each one

After the downpour, in the morning, which is the one for everyone

Maybe we'll have what we haven't got yet

Pour, downpour, pour

Clean us up from the dirt

Summer rain

We are tired, as never before, of the winter

Pour, downpour, pour

So unlikely I would be the same as before

I'm just asking for the May downpours

Let the rain pour and wash the winter away

The water comes from the sky again, water

We all are one-to-one with it

A glassy-eyed lying beast

Has cracked a billion of families

What has changed, what is left?

The news hit the roof

Brother fights against brother – the greatest horror

Me and you are those brothers now

There's no "them"

This land is plowed by us

Do you want my blood? Take it!

We both have the red one

So don't bring trouble to our houses

We all are going to the water, and we came out of the water

But no one of those who will be young

Is erased from the memory... Forever now

Pour, downpour, pour

Clean us up from the dirt

Summer rain

We are tired, as never before, of the winter

Pour, downpour, pour

So unlikely I would be the same as before

I'm just asking for the May downpours

Let the rain pour and wash the winter away

I didn't like the rain before, pour

Wet and gross, so sharp

Being a child, I was not so indifferent to puddles

Though I was bearing it and waiting for it to end

And sun comes again, and the roof is dry

But today the rain is different, or is it me

So pour, pour, pour, pour!

We've seen how snow turns red , – pour!

How people hug each other

Mines*, I'm so proud of you and I'm so afraid

That I will see again how they set against

Will tell that they're someone's enemies, – pour!

And the one would believe in all evil horrors, – pour!

Pour, downpour, pour, pour, pour!