Просыпается Ветер [Prosypaetsya Veter] [English translation]

The winds waking up

Somewhere out there, around the corner, he waits

And he looks as-if we're in no danger

Still very youthful

Still unable to overpower us

Merely the tree branches

Fragile to his breath

The wind approaches

And the trees

Break like blades of grass

You don't trust him

This world isn't in silver

He'll carry all away

Those who are right and those who are wrong

Simply because nature knows not what's best

Neither evil nor good

The wind begins to mount

And there is no stopping it

Only counting how many of us are left

Days without the wind

Nothing breaks, nothing dies and nothing is carried away

But now, he's every day

Every hour

Blowing ever-so-harder

Releasing the Earth

The kilometers whirling past

The century ends again

And from it, all was simple

And from the sky of the country

Everyone flies away with the wind

So far away, far away

So far away, far away