Перша пісня [Persha pisnya] [English translation]

Your life will come to me as a guest again

So unexpectantly, like the snow,

That comes in the spring,

Oh to await the spring.

And beyound the window day breaks,

Enbattling there the city.

You know, I have given up so much,

To fill it with context....

Your life will come to me as a guest again

So unexpectantly, like the snow,

That comes in the spring,

Oh to await the spring.

And beyound the window day breaks,

Enbattling there the sky.

Take a look, I have waited long

That I should give up to you

My life, My desires, my love...

The first and last.