Молчание [Molchanie] [English translation]

Not interrupting the novel,

I break off the circle.

I don't trust the conscience anymore,

It's not a friend in this case.

How to avoid the weariness,

Maybe by some sudden miracle.

But, please, leave the pity

and these vain tortures.

I give my love without holding back,

It's barely breathing anyway.

And if I don't talk to you

That's because you don't hear.

I give my love without holding back

and believe in the inevitable goodbye.

And if I don't talk to you,

That's because you are the silence itself.

Probably, all of this is because of the pride,

The pride is such a trifle.

I wasn't resolute enough

To make the last step.

I want to believe in the best,

Maybe you're just sleeping.

Let me hear you,

Why don't you speak?

Chorus.

It's as if there haven't been all of these days,

Each lasting for a thousand years.

You know, I'd sooner believe

Not in all of these "Yes's," but in one of your "No."

Chorus.

The silence.

The silence.