Елена Войнаровская - Автопортрет
текст песни

Why do we forget about who we are
Identifying yourself with your small part
Or, worse, with her tiny case of private
Why do we forget about who, we are? ..

Trust cold earthly mirrors
We look at a narrow gap, heaven without seeing open
We call our stellar springboard - a bloodied flare
Freeze through, although we ourselves are a heat source

I draw on white paper
In a white room, a white chalk
That does not know birth and death
That which are no boundaries and limits
Burevestnikov in the sky bottomless,
The caravan of clouds is endless ...
Either it seems to me, or I am longing around the house
To the one that will become eternal for us ...

Why do I forget who I am
I allow myself so childishly, thoughtlessly get hurt
Oh the jagged land of an unsuccessful angle
Why do I forget about who I am? ..

Purple ocean riots inside,
A wild bird breaks out of tight captivity
That which accommodates millions of universes
What cries, laughs and wants to steam freely

I draw on white paper
In a white room, a white chalk
That does not know birth and death
That which are no boundaries and limits
Burevestnikov in the sky bottomless,
The caravan of clouds is endless ...
Either it seems to me, or I am longing around the house
To the one that will become eternal for us ...