Красота [Krasota] [English translation]

Sadness nests in my hands

Sand flows through my veins

Raven’s croaking comes after me

One thing remains for me is to believe in heaven

I’m not so beautiful after all, I’m not so beautiful…

For all of us beauty is a pleasure for our eyes

But its shine not forever for us

Every beauty faces sunset

And the thing remains to me is to believe in hell

I can’t fix myself from pieces

God’s will be against my beauty.

God forbid me to love so beautifuly

And the thing remains to me is to fall apart

I’m not so beautiful after all, I’m so not beautiful,

I’m not so beautiful, I’m not so beautiful

I’m not so beautiful, I’m not so…