Три Сестры [Tri sestry] [English translation]

Alas, the three sisters don't want to play with me,

And while I am out of play, I simply will live between peace and war.

Hope, Love and Faith have screamed in vain.

It smells scorched sulphur and something dangerous.

Between Love and hate there is a half of instant,

And immediately Hope turns into despair.

But it's rather difficult to give a simple definition

of an antonym of Faith. It unexpectedly

opens as if you cut the wrists

and there is no blood in the veins, but the Universal's prototype.

And your transitory semi-existence will

Either catch you or become a captivating trip.

Alas, the three sisters don't want to play with me,

And while I am out of play, I simply will live between peace and war.

Time will disappoint your hopes unnoticeably

like a trickle through a leaky tap.

And Hope will turn into a considered plan,

And Love will become a half-full glass.

And only Faith, the obscure youngest sister,

Which can be Phoenix or sinful hen,

She's a prey for a hungry cook,

Having been shot down and plucked.

Alas, the three sisters don't want to play with me,

And while I am out of play, I simply will live between peace and war.

There is scream and crying, somebody is dying.

The last day is fixed for him, but fate is replaying

Mendelssohn's March on a revolver's barrel

where there ara just three cartridges: Love, Hope, Faith.

Hey, what are your names? Love, Hope, Faith.

Hey, are you here again? Love, Hope, Faith.

Hey, all will be good! Love, Hope, Faith.

Hey, all will be good, it will be cool!

Alas, the three sisters don't want to play with me,

And while I am out of play, I simply will live between peace and war.

Hey, what are your names? Lyuba, Nadya, Vera

Hey, are you here again? Lyuba, Nadya, Vera.

Hey, all will be good! Lyuba, Nadya, Vera.

Hey, all will may be good, it will may be cool!