Знаки вопроса [Znaki Voprosa] [English translation]

My city, blackish-grey smog

The wind blows trash and sand

Words come to life from warmth

Colours of night houses, walls with dirty prints

I can't ask what you are feeling

Taboo!

What are we doing - question marks

Graffiti feelings - question marks

Again and again question marks

Morse code beats in the heart

What are we doing - question marks

Graffiti feelings - question marks

Again and again question marks

Morse code beats in the heart

A plane throws back a white trail

And nobody's puppy drinks from the sky in a puddle

My city, close your eyes

Count to 100, only dots between the lines

I can't ask what you are feeling,

Taboo!

What are we doing - question marks

Graffiti feelings - question marks

Again and again question marks

Morse code beats in the heart

What are we doing - question marks

Graffiti feelings - question marks

Again and again question marks

Morse code beats in the heart

People lose, people don't believe

Knocking again on closed doors

Knocking down fists in a prolonged fight

Preparing again for the next attack

We choose, we are chosen

The abundance of colour is confusing

Stop, everything is easy enough

When life has room for question marks

What are we doing - question marks

Graffiti feelings - question marks

Again and again question marks

Morse code beats in the heart

What are we doing - question marks

Graffiti feelings - question marks

Again and again question marks

Morse code beats in the heart

What are we doing - question marks

Graffiti feelings - question marks

Again and again question marks

Morse code beats in the heart