You take off your evening dress, Facing against the wall And I see fresh scars On a velvet-smooth soul. I want to cry from pain Or forget myself in a dream. I liked them so much, Where are your wings?

Where are your wings, I liked so? Where are your wings, I liked so?

We used to have time Now we have only duties To prove that the soot is white. To prove that the strong eat the cuties, We've all lost something In this crazy war By the way, where are your wings, I liked so?

Where are your wings, I liked so? Where are your wings, I liked so?

I'm not asking how much money Or how many husbands you had. I see you are afraid of open windows They are making you really mad. And if a fire starts tomorrow And the whole building will burn We will die without your wings I liked so.

Free translation from russian by author. "Wings" by Nautilus Pompilius

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