No one waits for her inside the house
She spots a stranger in the mirror
And the record spins her nearer
To the [bad word] of her day
You live inside the city
You forget how tall the trees can get
bird sits on
branch across
From my eighth floor window

And you can't really say
That it's an eighth floor branch
'Cause trees don't have floors
And buildings do

На восьмой этаж
На восьмой этаж
Все высоко
Все надо мной

Вот идет домой
Карман пустой
Хоть милостыню просите
Три рубля на водку и буханку белого хлеба

А теперь, наверное, все дороже
И дорожки те забыты
А над ними паруса

Первый этаж
Я маленькая
Все высоко
Все надо мной

На восьмой этаж
Америка
Я высоко
Все подо мной
Я высоко...

I came in from the rain which
Wasn't really rain
It was just
January snow in denial
And something must have gotten lost
In the translation [bad word] to English
And winter wasn't wintery today

 [bad word] into the house
And no one waits for her inside the house
She spots a stranger in the mirror
And the record spins her nearer
To the [bad word] of her day
You live inside the city
You forget how tall the trees can get
bird sits on a branch of my eighth floor window
bird sits on a branch of my eighth floor window
bird sits on a branch of my eighth floor window