Чужестранец [Chuzhestranets] [English translation]

Never mind that your life is in vain and

Never mind that your time's not for long,

If you could keep walking with no burden,

Walking by the morning sun adorned.

It is bright and nothing pains and wounds you,

Nothing touches light strings in your heart,

This is why you walk like outlander,

Nothing more: a stranger from the start.

No regrets that heaven has forgotten,

How to light up our path at night.

Never mind, it all might yet return, and

It all might come back another time.

Now and then it seems to you how strange when,

Not regretting anything from birth,

You've to be an outlander everywhere,

An eternal stranger on this Earth.