Апокриф [Apokrif] [English translation]

In the purple snows

Our trace is lost;

We will go behind the rain,

Having broken the mirrors.

Our city is situated

At the edge of silence;

Midnight, our friend,

Will show us the way;

On the other side of day,

We will go away from here

To the country, where the wind

Will bring back our eyes;

On the other side of day,

We will go away from here

To the city,

Where time doesn't exist...