Положи на сердце руки [Poloji na serdce ruki] [English translation]

Lay your hands upon your heard, even if they're still strained,

Look, what sounds want out of the depth,

If they are not disturbed, if they're not silenced,

Then they perhaps might offer:

In spring - love and tears, in the fall - anguish and grief,

With the first snow - slumbers and daydreams and grand disappointment,

Sweet encounters and bitter partings, sushine and moonlight,

Lay your hands upon your heart, even if still strained...

Reconcile with soul's pain, look yourself in the eyes

See how suddenly your tear demands it's way,

How it runs in the circle of hearts connected to your own,

How it finally melts of fright.

Look inside your notebooks, look at your poems,

How they wait in the nightly ambush, for grace and piece,

To dissolve in the morning, dissolving grief within,

To be broken against this world, like an untouched gem

Lay your hands upon your heard, even if strained,

If they are not disturbed, if they're not silenced,

Then they perhaps might make an offer...