Проститься [Prostit'sya] [English translation]

The expectation of the impossible

Crumbles every minute

Woken up in the early morning

By a careless movement.

As by a silence of a frosty winter

We are covered with uncertainty.

Here we were searching for each other for so long

And of course just vanished away.

Saying goodbye.. I'm not capable of.

Closing.. I'm closing my eyes

Drifting away through the fog

Into the alleys of the capital.

To say goodbye..

One loss after another.

And years fly -

Rains then snowstorms,

Migrating birds..

Only I can not fall asleep in the night

A weird cold feeling hides inside my heart

What happened - tell me anybody!

Only the autumn will burst into tears in my window..

These peas hit my windowsill,

Breaking the silence with their joy.

We started dying a long ago

And perhaps the salvation would be -

Saying goodbye.. I'm not capable of.

Closing.. I'm closing my eyes

Drifting away through the fog

Into the alleys of the capital.

To say goodbye..

One loss after another.

And years fly -

Rains then snowstorms,

Migrating birds..

The Time's glance is calm and contemptuous,

You might not remember me anymore..

A late understanding is wandering around

In my smooth-shaven room.

Unsaid and unheard

The heart is beating with other peaks

Which means that everything is hopelessly broken

Why, oh why we hastened..

Saying goodbye.. I'm not capable of.

Closing.. I'm closing my eyes

Drifting away through the fog

Into the alleys of the capital.

To say goodbye..

One loss after another.

And years fly -

Rains then snowstorms,

The migrating birds.