Господу видней [Gospodu vidnej] [English translation]

For a moment there came silence,

And in this silence

Let me pass to you something

That was passed to me.

You can go out alone into the field

And can know that you are armed,

You can follow the path

At the end of which stands the Prester John.

You can elevate himself

Above Ozymandias, the King of Kings,

You can learn humility

From worn down by feet roadside stones.

But wherever you go

Until the very end of your days,

Promise me that you'll remember one thing -

The Lord knows best.

You can give yourself out

To cheerless and greedy hands,

You can walk in the Albanian style

On the walls, lanterns, ceilings.

You can be proud with the fact that

You've known the Emptiness to the end.

And can ensure the metamorphosis

Holding a silver spoon in the mouth.

Let the angels carry you

Along the road of heavenly lights,

But don't forget -

The Lord knows best.

Maybe it will be warm,

As you want.

Maybe day by day

it will become all the colder.

Don't believe a single word told by me,

But listen to the shimmering star -

The Lord knows best.