Иероглиф [Iyeroglif] [English translation]

My true name is a worn out hieroglyph,

My tattered clothes have been patched by the wind gust.

What I carry in tightly closed palms now,

I won't be asked and I won't give an answer.

As if before combat, decisive hard battle,

I'm standing still at every street crossing.

In sea of asphalt I see my rocky shoreline,

See my shining blue stream jewels.

With quiet laughter I'll meet all your questions,

To all the questions there will be no answer.

Because my name is Hieroglyph,

My tattered clothes have been patched by the wind gust.