ALMARY – До скорых встреч (See You Soon) Lyrics English Translation

До скорых встреч (See You Soon) Lyrics English Translation by ALMARY

Until soon on crumpled sheets, the color of poppies
Until soon, the trembling touches of shivering hands
For those who are loved, they are awaited, through the torments of long expectations
My favorite scent, you are my second skin
And maybe not now, but someday we’ll be able to
Detach from the earth, fly against the current
Say nothing—take my hand and run

Until soon on crumpled sheets, the color of poppies (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Until soon, the trembling touches of shivering hands
For those who are loved, they are awaited, through the torments of long expectations
My favorite scent, you are my second skin
And maybe not now, but someday we’ll be able to
Detach from the earth, fly against the current
Say nothing—take my hand and run (Run, run)

Light unfolds in the wrong way to drown stress
We have experience—we’ll manage, nothing has such a heavy weight
I walk on the ground, a millimeter per hour
I wish for wings and a gentle tailwind
We have only one damned chance, no more, no less
Now just “Goodbye” without any “See you soon”

Until soon on crumpled sheets, the color of poppies (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Until soon, the trembling touches of shivering hands
For those who are loved, they are awaited, through the torments of long expectations
My favorite scent, you are my second skin
And maybe not now, but someday we’ll be able to
Detach from the earth, fly against the current
Say nothing—take my hand and run (Run, run)

We are not eternal, so why live our days through greed?
Every breath is flawless, so why make it a drag?
We’re on the Milky Way—that’s the path, destined to go and fall!
Roll over, cross the field, swim through waves, and start anew

Until soon on crumpled sheets, the color of poppies (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Until soon, interrupted breaths, somewhere between our lips
What’s important is preserved
All seven hours above the clouds, above the shanties of worries
Closing your eyelids, weightless flight
We are soul cripples, half in me
And the other half in you, hiding poppies from all those
Who say goodbye without a trace…