Васильки [Vasil'ki] [English translation]

Soundless tears are falling,

Eyes petrified as crystal,

Stock up on the incense,

I am your sorrow.

I am drinking the rest of my time,

And when I leave dont wait for me,

Burn my scarlet wings

At the dawn.

Let my dog by himself,

Let him whine till his end

And wait for me from the threshold

Watching with his blind eyes.

You ll find the stars over the maples,

Which knock on our window,

Cry a milion tears about me,

Still not enough.

On the edge of the fire,

Leave me,

Will burn the petals of my sorrow.

The ashes will fly away

Beyond the boundaries of evil,

There is a mark on the paper, but I am already gone...

Give the cold, stale crumbs of rhymes

To the birds,

My used-to-be-alive words

Will become dust of the seven roads.

White sky as a big stone

Is now your burden,

Now you will have to cope all alone,

Without me.

The dear tin shade of your eyes

I will take with me

Your hollow heart is beating with aching blood

In the chest

The quiet tears are falling,

Tears as crystal are flowing in the hands,

Stock up on the incense,

I am your sorrow.

On the edge of the fire,

Leave me,

Will burn the petals of my sorrow.

The ashes will fly away

Beyond the boundaries of evil,

There is a mark on the paper, but I am already gone...