Начало [Nachalo] [English translation]

He left home at sundown

To cool down his heart in the colds of nights,

To let misery smolder away in the grief of fire,

To climb ray branches up to the moon.

And where would we look for him now?

How would we gain a glimpse above the clouds?

How would we catch wind in our lungs

To call him from afar?

He sought victory in the eternal war,

He looked at God through holes left by stars,

He gave half of his life for the love of spring

After losing the dark pearls of tears in June.

He learnt that a friend is a good knife,

That two out of three heroes are fools,

That any word in the world is a lie

And, if you are honest with yourself,

You will make underhanded attacks.

On the way to the sun across an icy expanse,

Along the illimitable death of poppy fields,

Don't try to stop him, he will still leave us,

Let him go, because we are weaker all the same.

And where would we look for him now?

How would we gain a glimpse above the clouds?

How would we catch wind in our lungs

To call him from afar?