Шары из хрусталя [Shary iz khrustalya] [English translation]

What did you do, man? I poured like waterfall.

What have you brought? What will leave no trace at all;

Songs without purpose, songs without shame pall,

Songs, that were sung to allay your grief morass.

What do we govern? The granite fields, alas,

Birds from the ashes, the balls of crystal glass.

There, where we went, was just heaven and landmass,

But come will the wind, and no one pities us.