Вальс [Val's] [English translation]

Let me experience the holy mercy for a moment,

And ask yesterday's snow about heaven,

Despite of everything that could happen, could die or be lost

Let me hear voices coming from the sky.

And to catch up with the wandering unconscious way,

And to return the Earth to it's usual run.

Show them a miracle, I want everyone to see

How your wine turns into blood.

Winds, frosts, make them to believe,

Show them a miracle, show them an evil autumn.

Life always can't take it's eyes of the beautiful death,

And death tries to desperately remember life.

If only I could write a line tonight,

The day burned white paper on the table.

All that I lost, that I loved, all that did not happen

Will grow on the ash.

Let me justify your relentless mercy,

Let me find the right chords and discover keys,

And go into the garden of all beginnings and ends,

Where we wanted to go

When the doctors were cutting and sewing us up.

I want to escape beyong the circle of cosy corrupted freedom,

Escape through the mirages of the shop windows,

Lie down in the dry grass and see my own birth,

My midwife, Death, please tell me something!