Прости [Prosti] [English translation]

Step by step in the silence and following silence

Everything passed and on the soul weariness and rest

Dreams divided and ahses on the battlefield

And smoke flows through the weary words

They're whispering their prayers and it could hardly be heard

Binding in the black shade of lace

And all the bridges burn in the fire

There are no survived people in my war

Forgive me for every moment

Of senseless victories

Forgive me for I'm alive

For I remember you

Forgive for that short path

Please stop

I'm asking, don't go, stay here

A bit more with me

The night is quietly extinguishing near

Helpless flames

And the emptiness is coming to me

And I'm following her

Closer to the end, erasing the pain from my memory

With obedient flame, because what is that?

I don't know, I don't know nothing

I simply see the light and I want to light with it...

Let all the bridges burn in fire

There are no survived people in my war