The aeroplane carried you off to a city where time loses its face, To Moscow, where people trade their souls for shadows. Here in Krasnodar, the air still holds your silence, Creamy Khani waits on Montazhnikov, alone. Roma waits on Yesenina, at the other end of space, Each of us carrying our own share of waiting. Sparkling wine in the bottle keeps the chill of forgetting, Like an ancient sign that everything living is only temporary. The days without you stretch eternity into a single thread… Elena, come back, While we still remember what home looks like. Khani on Montazhnikov, Roma on Yesenina, Wine, the sofa, and silence where time loses its power. Elena… come back… In Moscow the business trip is all mirrors without reflections, Every step sinks into someone else’s indifference. While here, only pure waiting remains, Here you understand: life is a long road back to someone. We’re learning to breathe in the emptiness between heartbeats, Preparing a space where dreams take on flesh. The wine waits like an old, silent question, Whose only answer is your return. The days without you are a shadow falling across the soul… Elena, come back, While we still remember what home looks like. Khani on Montazhnikov, Roma on Yesenina, Wine, the sofa, and silence where time loses its power. Elena… come back… What’s left of us when we’re not there beside each other? Only the echo of footsteps in the empty corridors of fate. What is happiness if it’s always on the way? Only waiting… that has become the shape of love. Elena, come back, While we’re still whole in this long silence. Khani on Montazhnikov, Roma on Yesenina, Golden wine, the sofa, and the last remaining truths. Elena… come home… (Guitars slowly dissolve into reverb) Come back… Elena from Krasnodar… Home… is you.