5400 (8200)1
by Boris Grebenschikov
Translated by Yury Nesterenko
5400 miles of void space -
But we still have no shelter where night to spend.
I could be happy, if you weren't the case,
If you weren't the case, my mother - my land.
I could be happy, but too late to start -
Just we have red where all the others have blue.
Silver down through the wind, a sickle - through the heart,
And, like a Sirin2 bird, my soul will soar over you.
Original song (mp3)
1. The original title is "8200", because the span is measured in verstas
(old Russian linear measure). Versta is about 0.66 of a mile.
2. Sirin - a mythical bird with woman's head and breasts from Russian folklore.
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