Oбійми [Obijmy] [English translation]

You're standing beside me, hug me,

I'm looking for your lips.

On this winter's cold station

We will forget, forget,

We will not be looking for our spring.

Maybe it's good to be alone,

Nobody will be looking for us.

To get warm in the hell's fire,

We will not, will not

Will not go back the old way.

My crystal-clear voice

Used to take you away,

But now there's sadness in it,

It's so cold, so cold,

Like a cold music string.