Печаль [Pechal’] [English translation]

A great city stands on the cold ground.

Lights burn there, and cars buzz by.

And above the city there’s night, and above the night there’s the moon,

And today the moon is red with a drop of blood.

The house is there, there’s a light on,

You can see the distance from the window.

So where did it come from, sadness?

And it seems, alive and well,

And it seems, to live without regret.

So where did you come from, sadness?

And around there’s grace - not a damn thing to see,

And around there’s beauty - nothing to see at all.

And everyone shouts; “Hurrah!” And they all run forward,

And above it all a new day begins.

The house is there, there’s a light on,

You can see the distance from the window.

So where did it come from, sadness?

And it seems, alive and well,

And it seems, to live without regret.

So where did you come from, sadness?