Мы никогда не умрём [My nikogda ne umriom] [English translation]

Time flips through

The pages of war chronicles.

The low sky is aflame.

The love is drowning

In dissonances of distressed symphonies.

We are losing each other in this war.

Flying by in the frantic rhythm,

The heart is beating like a big metronome.

The sky is aflame, and you are telling me

That we will never die.

It would be nice to change the uniform for a dress

Of sky-blue organza;

And to fall asleep together, without breaking the embrace,

To the sound of rain and far-away storm...

To live without counting the losses,

And to build the house brick by brick.

To float through time and to believe

That we will never die.

Behind the Moon pathway, in fogs of distant constellations

Long awaited peace is waiting for us.

And whatever happens, now we will be together forever,

Doesn't matter if we are close or far away.

Winds, separations, losses are powerless as long as we are together.

And I almost believe

That we will never die.