Апокриф [Apokrif] [English translation]

In purple snow fields

Our trace can't be found;

We shall follow the rain,

We'll leave mirrors smashed.

Our city prostrates

On the edge of the quiet;

Midnight, our mate,

Will show us the way;

To the other side of the day

We shall leave

To the land where the wind

Will open our eyes;

To the other side of the day

We'll escape

To this city,

Where time is no more...