Somebody That I Used to Know [Medieval Style Cover] [Russian translation]

Now and then I think of when we were together;

Eros surely hit the apple of mine eye.

I believed thou wert right for me

But felt so lonely in thy company,

But that was love and ’tis an ache I still remember.

One becomes enamoured with a certain kind of sadness.

This resignation to the end, ever the end.

When we found we could not make amends,

Thou declared we would e’er be friends,

But I concede that I was fain to be parted.

Was there cause to cast me off?

Act as though it never happened and that we were nothing.

In sooth I do need thy love,

But thou makest me a stranger and that feels so rough.

Hadst thou need to stoop so low?

To send a wagon for thy minstrel and refuse my letters.

I need no longer write them, though,

Now thou art somebody whom I used to know.

I lament the many times that thou impugn’d my honour

But maintained it was ever something I had done.

No more shall I live that way,

Uncertain what thy words bewray.

Thou said that if I were to go,

I would not find thee pining for somebody whom thou used to know.

Was there cause to cast me off?

Act as if it never happened and that we were nothing.

I do not even need thy love,

But thou makest me stranger and that feels so rough.

Hadst thou need to stoop so low?

To send a wagon for thy minstrel and refuse my letters.

I need no longer write them, though,

For now thou art somebody whom I used to know.

Now thou art somebody whom I used to know.