Changes

Instead of fire - there's only smoke.
Instead of warmth - cold.
Another day is crossed out on the calendar grid.
The red shining sun [bad word] burned out,
And this day goes out with it,
And over a glowing city, the shadow will fall

We want changes!
It's the demand of our hearts.
We want changes!
It's the demand of our eyes.
When we laugh, when we cry,
When we feel the pulse in our veins.
We want changes!
We’re waiting for changes.

Bright electric light continues our day,
We don't have matches but instead of them
On the kitchen, like a blue flower, there is gas.
There are some cigarettes and tea on the table,
This is the simplest scheme
And there's nothing more left, everything's up to us.

We cannot brag about the wisdom of our eyes,
And our gestures are not very skilled,
But even without it all, we understand everything.
There is some cigarettes and tea on the table,
That's how the circle is filled,
And suddenly we've [bad word] scared to change something.

Иван Маслянкин
CHANGE THE FATE!

Эквиритмический перевод на английский
песни Виктора Цоя (КИНО)"Перемен!"

Warmth is displaced, green glass has faced,
Smoke has displaced fire,
The calendar scale has lost one of the days.
Sun's burning red to ashes erased
With the day killed by tire,
Shade is catching the town that is ablaze.

Change the fate!
So our hearts claim.
Change the fate!
So our eyes flame.
Our laughter and our tears order now, veins pulsate:
Change the fate!
Now change! We do wait!

Our day is continued by electric light
And matches [bad word] to the end,
But the gas flower in the kitchen, blue burning it does
Only cigarettes in hands, only tea on the table -
On this outline we have to stand,
And there is nothing more, all the rest's inside us.

Change the fate!
So our hearts claim.
Change the fate!
So our eyes flame.
Our laughter and our tears order now, veins pulsate:
Change the fate!
Now change! We do wait!

We cannot boast of wisdom of eyes
And skilful gestures of hands,
To understand each other without that we're able
Cigarettes in hands, tea on the table -
So this circle ends,
And suddenly we get afraid of changing the stable.

Change the fate!
So our hearts claim.
Change the fate!
So our eyes flame.
Our laughter and our tears order now, veins pulsate:
Change the fate!
Now change! We do wait!