Прощай [Proschay] [English translation]

Farewell and if forever, well, forever then farewell

When over hill you go - farewell, but still remember me

The hill is close and fog is sunk

January’s laughing ever drunk

I am imprisoned like a fool in circle of his flames

Forget the things you never knew forget the words I’ve said

Not me who never spoke a word and you forget of that

And over hill the darkness prowls,

And ever closer winter crawls

And shade of mine embracing yours is on the road again

Beyond eternity, alternity, infinity of storm

When all the dreams had missed their mark and when we couldn’t close our eyes

We won’t wake up, we won’t return to anyone, that’s how we’re born

On the another side of the reflective glass

On burning sunrise of the dawn you will estrange of me

And then I will estrange of you, of you, my dear soul

Hold on to air strong and cold,

To air sharp and air mold

It is between us like a wall and we can only breathe

Beyond eternity, alternity, infinity of storm

When all the dreams had missed their mark and when we couldn’t close our eyes

We won’t wake up, we won’t return to anyone, that’s how we’re born

On the another side of the reflective glass

Beyond the darkening and sparkling, embarking winter days

When silent sky is torn apart and when the sleepless night is bright

We won’t return to any single one but us

On the another side of the reflective glass