То, чего больше нет [To, chego bol'she net] [English translation]

He's been running all the time

here and there

as if he was waiting

for a miracle.

And his eyes looked to,

where there's nothing.

But when on the stage,

frozen for a moment

he brought a golden whistle to his lips

it became clear,

why he had come to this world.

He worked at clubs,

he slept on Mondays,

there was not enough love,

there was not enough money.

He was falling asleep and waking up alone,

although he played like god.

It used to be that birdies

were attracted to art,

now they are often in places

where there's greenbacks

and not torn jeans

and empty wallets.

I remember exactly,

that all this was in the winter,

and wet snow was falling,

and lights were switched on early.

I don't remember exactly, to whom it happened -

to me or to you

And is it worth remembering things,

that don't exist anymore?

That don't exist anymore.

Time always brings

bad news,

But we're running and running

not moving anywhere

and telling ourselves:

"A little bit more..." and "just about..."

He was slurping cheep beer

during breaks,

But his soul was wandering

at the edge of the cliff,

breathless from the far echo

of the divine music.

He also pulled the plug

on his job on Saturdays,

and borrowed some cash

till Saturday.

But he didn't know yet,

that it won't be returned.

He also chewed

sandwiches with some garbage

and still was gaining

some girl called Natasha

but his soul

was about to hit the road.

I remember exactly,

that all this was in the winter,

and wet snow was falling,

and lights were switched on early.

I don't remember exactly, to whom it happened -

to me or to you

And is it worth remembering things,

that don't exist anymore?

And in the morning,

when the stage was empty

he was playing alone,

almost fluttering.

And his earthly life was cut short

like a bad dream.

And the Almighty was

favourable to him.

He didn't held him

on the platform for long

and led him into the best car

with honor.

I don't remember exactly, to whom it happened -

to me or to you

And is it worth remembering things,

that don't exist anymore?