Реки и мосты [Reki i mosty] [English translation]

How many times I've got the same dream

The night scenery with a distant river

And I'm walking, almost weightless

On the road, guiding me go to the river

And they're waiting for me on the distant river bank

But there is a mist over the water, as if a smoke

And I'm standig, and I even can't scream

I don't know what for but I want so much to be with them.

The outcome of the dream is so simple:

I'm building the bridge again

And my bridge is made of dreams

Of notes, and of words.

By this bridge

I go across that river

And saying goodbye to my dream

I'm asking for the only thing:

I'd have enough strength for thousands of bridges

For every time, coming down abruptly to the river

To live with the belief of some words

And with the strength of several consonances.