Когда поймешь умом [Kogda pojmesh' umom] [English translation]

When you understand with the mind that you're alone in the world

And the way of loneliness is so long,

Then living is easy and you think of death

As the last drop of a bitter wine.

Here's my glass, in it there's no longer even a gulp

Of that life that was sweet as honey,

In it there's just the bitterness of an undiluted sadness,

Remaining in the old man's portion.

My glass is full, but to friends I don't stand

Anymore offering my beverage,

I love them; God, give them happiness,

Let them drink water from under the faucet.

For the world I do many good deeds,

In the eternal centuries people won't forget them,

And if everything comes out how I wished

Oh, good God, the world will be so beautiful.

The suffering was sent upon my head,

The despair was sent to my sincere soul,

Sent to me the faith, I will sing about it

And give me strenght to become happy.