С той стороны зеркального стекла [S toj storony zerkal'nogo stekla] [English translation]

The final rain is not like rain at all,

Behold, you'll find repose in it with ease.

And if you trust that new day surely would befall,

Then your life is a breeze.

Ah, didn't I wish this night would never end,

It would appear my house's no longer home.

Their life is full of light yet they are gambling it away,

Behind the glass they roam.

It seems to me I recognize myself

In that boy reading poems on night stand.

He's clenched sharp arrows of the clock not letting this night end,

And blood seeps from his hand.

It would appear now it's just a game

All on the other side of looking glass,

It's dawn on this side but we have not lost a thing: today

Is the exact same day as yesterday.