Побежать бы за леса-горы [Pobedzat' bi za lesa-gori] [English translation]

We got lost in an unknown city,

And the cold feels shaking soul's pity,

Where the Earth breathes so heavily, lacerated by steps.

We'll pretend to be passers-by,

Looking from without all alike,

All the trails are footworn by now, but the cherished one's lost.

I would fly beyond woods-mountains,

I'd escape beyond woods-mountains,

Where with crystal bell chime Heavens still celebrate the dawn.

Roads rip me into pieces,

Must have wasted my blessings,

Just to sway with the breeze - that is what I have drawn.

I would fly beyond woods-mountains,

I'd escape beyond woods-mountains,

Where with crystal bell chime Heavens still celebrate the dawn.

I would fly...

I would fly...