Не твоя смерть [Ne tvoja smert'] [English translation]

When everything is lost, the plot is hard.

When you are carried to the abyss, whether you want it or not

When winter is inside you and minus forty degrees

Like jail.

Come on, get up - the lash writes with the blood.

Come on, shoot with the copper into the beast's throat.

The one who fell by himself will manage to get up.

Come on, get up, this is not your death!

The one who's been dying at least once, was perplexed

Why this bottom is exactly with me

He writes a new story, without embellishment.

There is a new life in it and jazz.

Come on, get up - the lash writes with the blood.

Come on, shoot with the copper into the beast's throat.

The one who fell by himself will manage to get up.

Come on, get up, this is not your death!