Kostuchna [English translation]

Now I'm running to you with all my might

Though I look ahead and don't see anything

Though over me is fatty, sultry night

I strain harder my sight and make my step longer

And I already pray to the fallen stars

'Cause I miss the warmth of your half-opened lips

But I don't know If I'll have enough of power

'Cause I have a heart made of glass and for sure

At any moment it can change into dust

I'll take a short cut through the burned forest

Through unkempt meadows and poisoned pond

My hand clears the darkness, my eyes plough dusk

I barely touch the ground, I barely feel it

And I already pray to the fallen stars

'Cause I miss the warmth of your half-opened lips

But I don't know If I'll have enough of power

'Cause I have a heart made of glass and for sure

At any moment it can change into dust

But I don't know If I'll have enough of power

'Cause I have a heart made of glass

And the reaper-blacker bars my way

The reaper-blacker bars my way