Son, I cannot reach the sky

Because we can only fly clumsily

Heart racing

Releases warmth in torn notes of pain

Call me to you

And in moments of flip, I'll glide you along the river

Read on my lips about me like this

I am woven from a winter's day

The Neva carried dark waters,

Our dreams and honor's dances.

Someone was near us,

Breathing down our necks, mouthing words.

Rain, wash away the old notes

And all the absurdities until the first shot.

Wings, legs, tail,

The halogen light is painfully bright, my God!

Orion one hundred twenty-two

We are moving closer to Earth

Wake up, days are made of film

With dark frames — you.

Orion one hundred twenty-two

We are moving closer to Earth

Wake up, days are made of film

With dark frames — you.

These moments are dust.

These eyes are granite

The pain in the name – you.

I drew on the fogged-up glass

"One hundred twenty-two" in this room

I saw the shores where the dead forest is

And someone in the hold whispered: "There is no pain

And we are not here, father

Believe the stars: I am for years

Frighten with ammonia on cotton

It's like closing your eyes from behind

And so fleetingly somewhere on the bottom

Between the lines: "One hundred twenty-two"

Believe: through the years

We will carry the cold of Orion

And we will see the snow (snow), opening our eyes

With scarlet stars of February

Orion one hundred twenty-two

We are moving closer to Earth

Wake up, days are made of film

With dark frames — you.

Orion one hundred twenty-two

We are moving closer to Earth

Wake up, days are made of film

With dark frames — you.