Не успеваю [Ne Uspevayu] [English translation]

The harp is raging again, like a steering wheel of a zeppelin

It's contour is melting in tired hands;

Behind the lion's mane, sirocco [south wind] is thinly spreading

The ashes of sand across it's humped flanks

Except I won't make it to you in time,

I won't make it to you,

But i'm not waking up and not realizing

That i won't be coming to you...

From under the skin the unhealed runes are burning,

Can't be picky - it's all i have;

The harp is breaking away from my hands, the strings untwine,

It won't let go into the sunset the day that has't been lived all through

Except I won't make it to you in time,

I won't make it to you,

But i'm not waking up and not realizing

That i won't be coming to you...

The night scatters under helicopter's blades,

The harp makes a wild lurch.

Staying alive is no easy task,

When you stay alive, you give something away in return.

Except I won't make it to you in time,

I won't make it to you,

But i'm not waking up and not realizing

That I am loosing time, I am too alive,

And I won't be coming to you,

I won't make it to you in time.