Не кончается пытка [Ne konchaetsya pitka] [English translation]

Well, so what, it's a game,

And it brims o'er the edge,

As desires are pulling me down.

The day comes to its end,

His face pallor suits him.

Only one thing again won't shut down.

There is no end to torture,

[And] a dwarf won't stop shaking his head.

All is fragile and shaky,

And your glance is not of this land.

Well, why bother that now

Everything will pass by?

Here's the night through the window slipped out.

Throw a stone - it will bloom,

But all this will pass too,

Only one thing again won't shut down.

There is no end to torture,

[And] a dwarf won't stop shaking his head.

All is fragile and shaky,

And your glance is not of this land.

All must be a mistake here,

And [the] heart waits for a different spark.

That is why heavens keep their still,

Their silence above.