Bezhim po tonkomu l'du, otstavaya na chas.
Zhdem ognennoy buri, zdes' i seychas.
Lyubit', verit' i zhdat' mozhno bez prikras.
Nam nado byt' ryadom,
Nadezhda na nas!

Nebo plachet, no my slepyye prishel'tsy.
Verim tol'ko v udachu!
Solntse ustalo!
Ariya Sveta mazhornyy lad poteryala!
Yego i tak malo.

Odinokiye gosti na shumnoy Zemle.
Smysl trudno iskat', govorya o dobre.
Risuyem, darim tsvety na prozrachnom stekle,
Mir v nashikh ladonyakh! – skazhem sami sebe.

Sky – is crying,
But we are blinder aliens.
We believe . We are lucking
Sun is tired.
But we can get up lights,
Get the world to desired…

Obychnyye lyudi, real'nyye istorii
Pustyye prognozy, neozhidannyye spoylery
No storm but the sky is crying…
Zvonit budil'nik, no vremya vret.
Nebo plachet, den' idot
Dissonansy budut ne v schot,
Yesli smazat' final'nyy mazhornyy akkord

We can bright, we can shine in the night.
We are climbing up to the height.
We will save together,
Storm is not good weather
We can! Save this!
World…

Nebo plachet, no my slepyye prishel'tsy.
Verim tol'ko v udachu!
Solntse ustalo!
Ariya Sveta mazhornyy lad poteryala!
Smotri svetley stalo!