Пустота [Pustota] [English translation]

I've lived through this day a thousand times

It sinks its ice-cold teeth into my soul

It scratches my memory with shards of sentences

Strangles my throat with a loop of time

It's filled my glass to the brim with sorrow

Penetrated my thoughts with a searing pain

It's stripped me of my dreams and love

Robbed my life of all its meaning

Yet again, this emptiness pulses at my temples

May I never see you, ever again

Yet again, this emptiness pulses at my temples

May I never see you, ever again

The winter's changed the features on my face

And my breathing's become erratic

I've been left alone, standing on the brink

Before the abyss of memory

And the winds howled at the forks in the road

And stars fell from the heavens

But I couldn't make my own wish

It was too late, it was already too late

Yet again, this emptiness pulses at my temples

May I never see you, ever again

Yet again, this emptiness pulses at my temples

May I never see you, ever again