(inspired by a song lyrics by Sergey Trofimov
and performed by Alexander Ivanov)
Here is the sky this silent and quiet.
Right for the sky I'm rising, breathing so slight.
It suddenly strikes me — this is my soul inside.
What a strange matter — this soul of mine inside.
That's so awkward to live upside down,
When such a sky of beauty is hanging above,
Even the stars seem so close to be reached right now.
I've never known this world is like this, somehow.
CHORUS:
God, what a trifle stuff —
Once in a lifetime to do it wrong tough,
Getting the junk thrown out and
Inviting your old good friends.
Yet something to change that hard
Without a fear of losing little reward
Only the sky can do it
By giving it all to chance.
I was a saint last overnight,
I found out my way and left running out.
Being saint is simple, if you can't bear that tough.
No thing to cry over, leaving your home at night.
But it appeard to be even there,
That all the light ways winded, leading nowhere.
Even as water glows beneath your way,
Saints are unable to always be away.
CHORUS:
God, what a trifle stuff —
Once in a lifetime to do it wrong tough,
Getting the junk thrown out and
Inviting your old good friends.
Yet something to change that hard
Without a fear of losing little reward
Only the sky can do it
By giving it all to chance.
Raising my collar, bewaring the wind,
I curse at rain like an oldman, chills on my skin.
Joining the crowd — maybe, I got a keen.
And sky in my memory like an unreal beam.
Yet once in the future I'm gonna feel light,
When everything makes no difference just staying out —
The sky will accept me into its peace so quiet,
And I'm gonna turn into a cloud at a riverside.
CHORUS:
God, what a trifle stuff —
Once in a lifetime to do it wrong tough,
Getting the junk thrown out and
Inviting your old good friends.
But something to change that hard
Without a fear of losing little reward
Only the sky can do it
By giving it all to chance.