More songs by Sogdiana
Description
Sometimes the city seems to breathe out with you - in the smoke, in the half-asleep windows, in the reflection of the morning, where everything seems familiar, but is no longer yours. The air is heavy with past conversations and unspoken words, and even your heart moves cautiously - so as not to wake up old pain. Everything that used to cling to you now lets go: the streets become softer, thoughts quieter, and the past transparent, like steam above the rooftops.
And in this silence, lightness is born. The very lightness that was missing when it seemed that without suffering there was no meaning. The soul does not fall - it simply rises higher, where there are no grievances, no evidence, no promises. Only peace and a little light. So smooth that you can finally just be in it.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Дым пеленою мой город укрыл, и качается утром седым в окне моем позолоченный день.
Моя тень снова прячется от тебя.
Я пока еще здесь, но меня, здесь больше нет меня.
Улетай, душа, на край света чуть дыша, без ответа, не спеша, я покину прошлое, в котором нет меня.
Там за окном тишина, ни следа, ни шороха, только сказки большого города что-то шепчут в прохладе дня.
Там далеко-далеко, в тихом свете полночи не останется обид и горечи.
Улетай, моя душа, не спеша.
Стань непрочитанной книгой, стань перелетною птицей, стань моей мечтой или сказочным сном.
Ни о чем я не стану просить тебя.
Я уже не люблю тебя.
Я так люблю тебя.
Улетай, душа, на край света чуть дыша, без ответа, не спеша, я покину прошлое без сожаления.
Там за окном тишина, ни следа, ни шороха, только сказки большого города что-то шепчут в прохладе дня.
Там далеко-далеко, в тихом свете полночи не останется обид и горечи.
Улетай, моя душа, не спеша.
Там за окном тишина, ни следа, ни шороха, только сказки большого города что-то шепчут в прохладе дня.
Там далеко-далеко, в тихом свете полночи не останется обид и горечи.
Улетай, моя душа, не спеша.
English translation
Smoke has covered my city in a shroud, and the gilded day is swinging in the gray morning at my window.
My shadow is hiding from you again.
I'm still here, but I, I'm not here anymore.
Fly away, soul, to the ends of the world, barely breathing, without an answer, slowly, I will leave the past in which I am not.
There is silence outside the window, not a trace, not a rustle, only fairy tales of the big city whisper something in the cool of the day.
There, far, far away, in the quiet light of midnight, there will be no resentment or bitterness left.
Fly away, my soul, slowly.
Become an unread book, become a migratory bird, become my dream or a fairy-tale dream.
I won't ask you for anything.
I don't love you anymore.
I love you so much.
Fly away, soul, to the ends of the world, barely breathing, without an answer, slowly, I will leave the past without regret.
There is silence outside the window, not a trace, not a rustle, only fairy tales of the big city whisper something in the cool of the day.
There, far, far away, in the quiet light of midnight, there will be no resentment or bitterness left.
Fly away, my soul, slowly.
There is silence outside the window, not a trace, not a rustle, only fairy tales of the big city whisper something in the cool of the day.
There, far, far away, in the quiet light of midnight, there will be no resentment or bitterness left.
Fly away, my soul, slowly.