(Translated by Olga)
The light of distant planets
does not lure us at nights:
we can only see it in our dreams.
What for?
We'll see the sunrise again in neon rays.
Tomorrow it'll be the same.
Look: do you remember me?
It was us, me and you, flying in the clouds.
What for, tell me, what for do people hide their thoughts, songs and dreams,
keep them a deep dark secret?
Let's fly with me to the sky,
leave the window open wide!
In a crazy, absurd way, like in a forgotten movie...
We're flying high
to love each other in the sky
among stars and clouds.
Wave your hand at me!
On another planet
we've made up love and a fresh wind.
You'll see how rockets take off, to the sky,
how solemn and sad the sunset is.
Down there, on the earth, we could not see this,
we did not notice even ourselves.
It's so unusual how the seas are flying below.
For the first time in this universe there're only the two of us, you and me.
We're flying high!
to love each other in the sky
among stars and clouds.
Wave your hand at me!
On another planet
we've made up love and a fresh wind.
At an hour when your sleep is so light and weightless,
and the first sun ray peeps inside your home: 'maybe someone will wake up?' -
at that hour we are dreaming of the sky in our hands,
dreaming of warm coasts and countries,
and it's strange that it looks as if you were seeing them from above,
and as if there were someone by your side,
it's so vexing you have to wake up.
So is there any reason to believe those who insist
that on another planet there's love and a fresh wind?
It's so unusual how the seas are flying below.
For the first time in this universe there're only the two of us, you and me.
We're flying away!
To stay up with you, I just wanted to stay up high in the sky with you,
to remain in the sky with you, to stay in the sky together with you,
I just wanted to stay up there with you, just wanted to stay.
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