Текст песни
From the fourth unpublished collection of poems "Half a Garlic Clove” (Russian: Пол зубчика чеснока).
An appeal to my past self.
In English (interpretation by Elizaveta Suboch):
Like a mousy, don’t pine…
Make a smile, child of mine!
We are in for a wondrous adventure!
Our magical land
Will surprise every band –
Either stroke us or trip us up later…
What will do you decide?
"You yourself know inside”
"Everyone is above any system…"
"Every string of a harp
must remain in one part…"
"Any bugs can be solved – it’s a wisdom…"
Keep your chin up, my kid!
You are lucky – admit!
Have a look – outside, it's so peppy:
It's the ending of night –
The sunlight will be bright:
Every thing and create will be happy!
