Бесы [Besy] [English translation]

I matured my soul for the light

The light and clear days

My view was white

like a monastic bed

I carry my own fire openly

Not afraid of being burned by it

But listen how terrible it sounds

A snowstorm is knocking at the window

Every ball of the snowstorm

of this snowstorm is alive

The light of the streetlights is reflecting

in the windows of evil eyes

Demons call you to come outside

into the harsh cold and the snowstorm

There where water is dead

There where gas stupefies

White walls, keep and save us,

Without eyes that are harmonious

Without words that are without mouths

My silence is my enchantment

My darkness is a sick sister

While I live, while I live

They won't enter here, they won't enter here

They won't enter here, they won't enter here

Demons ask to serve

But I serve no one

Even myself, even you,

even one who has power

If he still lives,

Then I don't serve him either

I regularly stole so much fire

In order not to steal from him anymore

Demons roar with laughter on the roof

on the roofs of such a night

A long night for those

For those who don't want to wait

But it will fly away faster

Faster than the birds

If I didn't exactly know

I wouldn't have guessed

I matured my soul for the light

The light and clear days

My view was white

like a monastic bed