О нём [O nyom] [English translation]

I string our meetings, our days, like on a thread - it's too long

I try to forget, but attempts prick me with a needle

I put all dreams aside to their places -

Stronger nerves, but less faith day after day, let everything burn with fire!

Only thoughts are all about him and about him, about him and about him ...

After him I will rise to the sky,

After him I'll fall into the abyss,

I'm going after him - I'm sorry, my pride,

I'm going just after him, just to him

I understand that just for pretense I smile at my friends - it's not so easy

I would like to put a full stop, but again comes a comma - it's serious

I break into pieces from longing,

To pieces - everything is useless. day after day, let everything burn with fire!

But still thoughts are all about him, and about him, about him and about him ..