Шелкопряд [Shelkopryad] [English translation]

Quietly, I am up on a tree in leaves,

Filling my life with its meaning,

Spinning my thin yarn thread.

There's a lot of us on the tree nearby

And every one is born as a silkworm

And is spinning their thin yarn threads.

The seas were filled up to the brim with tiny drops

And the mountains were built grit by grit

Eternity must be so long.

All I want is to do my small part,

in my short lifetime to weave

At least a single silk thread.

Somebody is caught in the web of religions,

Somebody is crazy over aliens from Mars,

I am spinning my thin yarn thread.

Somebody discovers secrets of the Universe,

Somebody struggles to make hard rock softer,

I am spinning my thin yarn thread.

The seas were filled up to the brim with tiny drops

And the mountains were built grit by grit

Eternity must be so long.

All I want is to do my small part,

in my short lifetime to weave

At least a single silk thread.

I don't know how to do anything else,

I am but a little worm.

The insane world is passing by.

But we create with our own hands

Light delicate fabrics.

(thier) Beauty is fairly tangible.

The seas were filled up to the brim with tiny drops

And the mountains were built grit by grit

Eternity must be so long.

All I want is to do my small part,

in my short lifetime to weave

At least a single silk thread. (x2)