Молитва [Molitva] [English translation]

Ah, my beloved son,

Which one of the unfamiliar roads

Is your heart freezing on in the snow?

I'll help you with a pray.

Ah, it's not by accident

That the star is shining so sadly

Above a far foreign land,

Above our destiny.

I wish I were a star,

That one above you,

To see you beside and alive,

To be happy together about a new day's birth,

Keeping fragile hope in my soul.

If it's a battle again -

All my love

Will rush forward the first, bleeding.

We'll go away from our war

And my unspoken guilt.

Ah, my little baby,

Among streets, houses and roofs

Restlessly, hardly breathing

My soul is wandering.

Ah, it's not by accident

That the lips are saying insistently

That everything will fade away and in springtime

You'll come back, my son, my hero.

I wish I were a star,

That one above you,

To see you beside and alive,

To be happy together about a new day's birth,

Keeping fragile hope in my soul.

If it's a battle again -

All my love

Will rush forward the first, bleeding.

We'll go away from our war

And my unspoken guilt.

I wish I were a star,

That one above you,

To see you beside and alive,

To be happy together about a new day's birth,

Keeping fragile hope in my soul.

If it's a battle again -

All my love

Will rush forward the first, bleeding.

We'll go away from our war

And my unspoken guilt.

Ah, my beloved son,

Which one of the unfamiliar roads

Is your heart freezing on in the snow?

I'll help you with a pray.