Колокол далей небесных [Kolokol daley nebesnykh] [English translation]

Don't shoot at the eagless, hunter,

Who is flying so low today,

Don't shoot, the heaven is summoning her soul.

A black cross of wounded flesh,

In a fateful, last hunt.

The heavens will take her in,

Where stars twinkle, like tears.

And so, to relish her freedom for one last time,

The wounded bird soared into the sky.

There is no other fate as sad and as wonderful,

The heavenly bell1 bid her farewell

With its monumental song.

There is no one above her, but God,

There is no end to this road,

There are no bounds to these heavens,

Where stars twinkle, like tears.

And so, to relish her freedom for one last time,

The wounded bird soared into the sky.

There is no other fate as sad and as wonderful,

The heavenly bell bid her farewell

With its monumental song.

She was abandoning Earth until the end of times,

Leaving the world at the mercy of humans.

And now, frozen in an endless flight,

There shines a star, that has risen for eternity -

The continuation of her life.

And so, to relish her freedom for one last time,

The wounded bird soared into the sky.

There is no other fate as sad and as wonderful,

The heavenly bell bid her farewell

With its monumental song.

She was abandoning Earth until the end of times,

Leaving the world at the mercy of humans.

And now, frozen in an endless flight,

There shines a star, that has risen for eternity -

The continuation of her life.

1. Literally: The bell of heavenly expanses