"Ты снимаешь вечернее платье, стоя лицом к стене
И я вижу свежие шрамы на гладкой, как бархат, спине
Мне хочется плакать от боли или забыться во сне
Где твои крылья, которые так нравились мне?
Где твои крылья, которые нравились мне?"
Song: "Nautilus Pompilius – Крылья"
translation of all lyrics of the song 👇
Wings
You take off your evening dress,
Standing with your face to the wall,
And I see fresh scars
On your back, smooth as velvet.
I want to weep from pain
Or lose myself in sleep.
By the way, where are your wings that
I so liked?
Where are your wings that I liked?
Where are your wings that I liked?
We used to have time,
Now we have things to take care of:
To try to prove that the strong devours the weak,
To try to prove that ash is white.
We’ve all lost something
In this insane war.
By the way, where are your wings,
that I so liked?
Where are your wings that I liked?
Where are your wings that I liked?
I don’t ask how much money you have,
I don’t ask how many husbands.
I see that you fear open windows
And upper floors.
And if tomorrow an inferno begins,
And the entire building is in flames,
We will perish without those wings
that I liked.
Where are your wings that I liked?
Where are your wings that I liked?
The Falcon and The Wintersoldier / Atlas, Michael Maller / Scared of the Dark, Lil Wayne, Ty Dolla $ign, XXXTENTACION / Fallen Angel, Alexandre Cabanel / Anthony Mackie in The Falcon and The Wintersoldier / Крылья, Nautilus Pompilius, I’m Not The Man, Ben Folds
I was flipping through Tumblr while listening to this song and remembered about one comic, decided to make a video and translate it for you, I think the song is quite suitable;"
(I'm not very good with English, so maybe there are mistakes)
“you play this one again and again. is it important?”
the old creaky sofa sags under pierre's weight as he sits down next to danya. a tender touch of a gentle palm between his shoulder blades takes him out of deep thoughts.
“it reminds me of you.”
“yeah? why?” his eyes crinkle with joy. “it is so sad though. and i’m not.”
“yes, it is.” danya puts the guitar aside and cups pierre’s face with his palm, his thumb slowly strokes the cheekbone. “but... i don’t know. somehow it’s about you. wanna hear me singing?”
“i’m not sure...”
“ah, even so?!” danya’s face is full of feigned indignation now and he’s going to stand up and go but pierre laughing catches his hand and stops him.
“wa-a-ait, i’m just kidding, of course i want! is it in russian? i love when you speak russian. singing can’t be that bad either.”
“you little liar. you love me singing too.”
“got me. so come on. go ahead.”
danya has never ever loved to sing to anyone but pierre.
”ты снимаешь вечернее платье, стоя лицом к стене.
и я вижу свежие шрамы на гладкой, как бархат, спине.
мне хочется плакать от боли или забыться во сне.
где твои крылья, которые так нравились мне?“*
“it’s by nautilus pompilius,” sad songs mean low voices and philosophical talks. “a man is asking his girlfriend or maybe wife about the wings she has lost. he loved them and now they’re gone”
“why is it about me?” a bright smile on pierre’s lips faded. the song was... well, it was russian in full mournful meaning of this word.
“don’t know. your wings... do you still have them?” it’s danya’s turn to touch pierre’s back, gently stroking between the shoulder blades. “are they here? i love your wings, petya.”
danya himself does not fully understand what exactly he means but it seems so important. does pierre have his wings? is he still able to fly?
because danya’s wings have been ripped from his back a long time ago.
“и если завтра начнётся пожар, и все здание будет в огне,
мы погибнем без этих крыльев, которые нравились мне.” **
redbull gives you wings but takes them off without hesitation too.
* you put your evening dress off, turned away from me.
and I see fresh scars on your smooth like a violet back.
i want to cry with pain or forget myself into sleep,
Okay, so this one makes no sense at all. I’m for the millionth time rediscovering this band (it’s cool and very… alternative, definitely recommend) and this song gave me heavy Avior vibes.
Under the cut is the lyrics translation with very few commentaries, because again – it makes absolutely no sense.
Maybe it’s because the song is about losing wings and Avior sometimes does give off the whole “fallen angel” aura (to me at least). Also losing wings is the most obvious allegory for losing freedom and he’s, well, trapped.
“Wings” by “Nautilus Pompilius”:
You take off your evening dress
facing the wall
And I see fresh scars on the smooth,
like velvet, back.
I feel like crying in pain
or forgetting myself in a dream.
Where are your wings
Which I liked so much?
[Chorus]
Where are your wings
which I liked?
Where are your wings
which I liked?
We used to have time
now we have things to do
To prove that the strong eat the weak
prove that the soot is white.
Okay, so this is a little about the whole d(a)emon social problem and the fact of how in general “his people” behave.
We've all lost something
in this crazy war.
By the way, where are your wings
which I liked?
[Chorus]
I don't ask how much money you have
I don’t ask how many husbands.
I see you are afraid of open windows
and upper floors.
He fell from the upper circle of his personal hell.