Одиночество [Odinochestvo] [English translation]

I dreamed that the city was destroyed and I was there alone

But the visions were flickering with scraps of dreams.

Latecomers were hurrying to throw themselves on the God's mercy

Whose sun got cold for the first time for many centuries.

And the coldness was laying till the heavens

Where the winter stayed forever

And the time was slowly going crazy

In a full despair in twilights.

And we are together with the loneliness

But the world is too small

And it means for us

That there is again the war,

Again the war between the lines

Of unfinished songs,

Such a time we have now.

And as if it's not me but someone else

Is standing on a roadside and looking and looking with melancholy

While a wall is growing again in the city of dreams

And as if even the death is hopelessly ill there.

And I dreamed again that here under the ice

No drop of the warmth remained,

That the tiredness is walking and hard breathing.

Even the shadows burnt till rot.

And we are together with the loneliness

But the world is too small

And it means for us

That there is again the war,

Again the war between the lines

Of unfinished songs,

Such a time we have now.