Песня о свободе [Pesnya o svobode] [English translation]

My soul is sick among the indifferent walls

Cold-cliche, twilight of changes

At a table, they're singing something about their coziness

On a satiated night towards the black day...

Gray night, in the windows the dawn is smoking

The sun will rise, but may be it won't anymore

Night without love, empty are the bridges between people

There's nothing, there's only you...

Freedom, freedom, so much, so little,

You've told us what kind we are

You yield neither to death nor to life or lies,

How the skies under my hearе, you are beating in anguish...

Dark entrance, one more sinking,

Blood on the floor, drop after drop in us

In this night it is that torn country

Piling up ashes of the cooling eyes...

Gray speech in the dark sick window,

Yield and lay down into the gray night inside me,No, i'm sorry I cannot grow in the dead life,

No, it isn't in this handful...

Freedom, freedom, so much, so little,

You've told us what kind we are,

You yield neither to death nor to life or lies,

How the skies under my hearе, you are beating in anguish...