listen, I’m alive again
breathing with the sea at the window
the blue sphere spins around
spins around overhead
like a cosmonaut on the cold moon
I wait for her to call me
in spite of the victorious winter
soon, spring will arrive

time, I’m coming after you
time, I’ve gone a day without sleep
the blue sphere spins around
it runs and falls head over heels
like a diver, I gasp at the bottom
I believe that she loves and remembers
I wait like a natural salmon in wine
what will spring reveal to me

the mountains are agitated once more
stones make holes in the surf
the blue ball spins around
dances and falls head over heels
I’m surrounded by eyes of methane
in the mine, I write on the wall with a hammer
I’m waiting for just a few sentences from you
for you to creep up to me

an eternity on guard
in the morning, almost unseen
the blue sphere spins around
spins around, wanting to fall
like a musician whose career was drunk away
I believe that she will give inspiration
the one who possesses tremendous power
the unsold Spring

the city: walls and walls
naked at the throat in winter
Vasia and Klava mourn at the window
the cosmonaut froze on the moon
the junior sergeant didn’t return from the war
in the tunnels, the miner suffocated in fire
the young diver never surfaced from the depths
the dead dreams of Spring

ДДТ - Песня о людях героических профессий
DDT - A song about people with heroic professions