Костёр [Kostyer] [English translation]

A wise man can say, wounds are healed by time.

Every bonfire will burn out and die.

Wind will dispel its ashes without a trace.

But as longs as fire is carrying on and on

Every master saves it until its light is gone,

Either in disaster or in cold days.

If night is long they make a little fire

to save their strength and fuel at a time

Keeping in silence firewood and hearts.

But once you will find a man who’s not alike

Who doesn’t want to do like people try

He will build a fire you’ll see it from afar.

Not everything has come to be.

Not everything is done by me.

I still can see some colours of the day.

No sorrow’s for my flame. My fate protects my way.

The clever and wise have kept their fire safe

They couldn't warm others, but they warmed themselves

Nevertheless, they waited for good time.

And you were too wrong. You\ve no fuel now

because in an hour your fire has burned out.

But you warmed people and still you got survived

Not everything has come to be.

Not everything is done by me.

I still can see some colours of the day.

No sorrow’s for my flame. My fate protects my way.