Реки [Reki] [English translation]

What the type of rivers is flowing

In my soul that is keening on you

Without hope?

And you are so far like moon

Everywhere I look I see

The interminable lack of roads

And exclusive circle of stupid parting

That days and nights that passed by cannot be counted

Evil wind in howling over my head, shaking the stars

And in foreign land I miss you very much

What type of birds will tell me

why do you sigh for

In your disturbed sleeps

What do you sad about

And often remember

When you're alone in cosy silent?

And I'm not afraid the fate of broken arrows

Like trough the rains I wish you wait for me, I'll back soon

Evil wind in howling over my head, shaking the stars

And in foreign land I miss you very much