Серебро господа моего [Serebro gospoda moego] [English translation]

I am hurt by a magic arrow

And no one can bring me to life

I am struck right in my heart

What else could I dream of?

Feels like the night is young

Feels like still there is a road

The old straight road of our love

We all keep silent

We count the minutes and wait

We all sing about ourselves

Who else could be worth it?

But feels like something is wrong

As if the colors lose their glow

We feel like we miss it again

Silver of our Lord, Silver of our Lord

If I can find the words to say about it

Silver of our Lord, Silver of our Lord

Above the words, above the stars, but close to our sorrows

So, like a country blacksmith

I'm going to leave before nightfall

To that place where

No one will follow me

I might have been blind

Or I get it wrong

But I know what expects us before the curtain call

Silver of our Lord, Silver of our Lord

If I can find the words to say about it

Silver of our Lord, Silver of our Lord

Above the words, above the stars, but close to our sorrows