Спит моё счастье [Spit moyo schast'e] [English translation]

Nine lives, one hundred roads - I passed, but somebody could not

Βelieve in it, and you got lost somewhere.

But if everything is so dishonest, then why everything is so easy for me now?

I will be looking for answers, I am going to find him for sure.

Chorus;

And I, look to the sky... There, under the veil

Woven by me from rain and fog-

Safe from storms, my happiness is sleeping

I look into the sky... There, under the veil

Woven by me from rain and fog-

Safe from storms, my happiness is sleeping.

My happiness is sleeping

The world will become a better place. I know a thousand reasons,

In order to believe in miracles and see him everywhere.

But if there is only one life for everyone, then for what reason has been given to us?

I will be looking for answers, I am going to find you for sure.

Chorus;

And I, look to the sky... There, under the veil

Woven by me from rain and fog-

Safe from storms, my happiness is sleeping

I look into the sky... There, under the veil

Woven by me from rain and fog-

Safe from storms, my happiness is sleeping.

My happiness is sleeping. My happiness is sleeping

My happiness is sleeping...

And I, look to the sky... There, under the veil

Woven by me from rain and fog-

Safe from storms, my happiness is sleeping

I look into the sky... There, under the veil

Woven by me from rain and fog-

Safe from storms, my happiness is sleeping.

My happiness is sleeping. My happiness is sleeping

My happiness is sleeping...