Реквием [скорбя о ней] [Rekviem [skorbya o nej]] [English translation]

With millions of colorful fires

(Colorful fires... fires...)

The day flew away, mourning about her.

(Mourning about her...)

In the world of pain, not having found the warmth,

She acquired a new house forever.

How will you live, if you're disillusioned,

If nobody needs you

In the world of pain and fraud?

The dim ray is put out in the sky,

At the door of the other world the key is found –

She was still early to get out, but...

With millions of colorful fires

The day flew away, mourning about her.

In the world of pain, not having found the warmth,

She acquired a new house forever.

What did she want to find there?

But there's no way out from there

To them, who love and is tortured.

You've got nothing to do with others' pain,

It's easier to put out unnecessary light,

Because it terrifies the death...

With millions of colorful fires

The day flew away, mourning about her.

In the world of pain, not having found the warmth,

She acquired a new house forever.