Hasretinden prangalar eskittim [Russian translation]

You, defining you,

To good kids, to patriots

You, defining you

To dishonest, to one has no sympathy

To the fickl lie.

How many winters in a row

wolf was sleeping, bird was sleeping, dungeon was sleeping.

There was a world which flows with booming fluidity outside

Just me haven't slept

How many beloved spring

I have wear off shackles because of your longing

Let me to put crimson roses to your hair

one for this side

one for that side...

You, screaming you

To the bottomless dwells

To a shooting star

To a single match

To a match which is fell in

the loneliest wave of the ocean

Fist loves has lost its charm

has lost its kisses

has no share, from the nights that suddenly fall

A glass, a cigarette, to the one who lost in the reverie

You, I wish I could define you...

Your absence is the other name of hell

I fell cold, don't close your eyes...