Время потерь [Vremya poter'] [English translation]

The time of finds is running out,

The time of losses is coming.

Boat oars are cracking –

They won’t fly over the clean water anymore.

They won’t fly to the secrets of hearts,

They won’t carry gold dust,

Life’s sharp greedy sword

Corners fiercely.

[Chorus:]

The time of losses is coming:

Kind angels, where are you now?

Violent demons, where are you now?

Rain and snowstorm are knocking at the door.

The time of losses races so fast,

I haven’t found yet

All that I must find,

Help me!

The time has come to give back what was taken

For ever - it turned out, it was borrowed.

My wind, crucified on roads,

Is howling like a shot wolf.

One, who has found happiness, is going towards me,

Laughter and love are going towards me.

I’m bowing low to them not in vain,

Life has many angles and blades.

[Chorus:]

The time of losses is coming:

Kind angels, where are you now?

Violent demons, where are you now?

Rain and snowstorm are knocking at the door.

The time of losses races so fast,

I haven’t found yet

All that I must find,

Help me!

They’ll be abandoned and forsaken,

Misunderstood and slain.

They’ll be betrayed, but henceforth

They'll be one and only, like all of us.

[Chorus:]

The time of losses is coming:

Kind angels, where are you now?

Violent demons, where are you now?

Rain and snowstorm are knocking at the door.

The time of losses races so fast,

I haven’t found yet

All that I must find,

Help me!

[Outro:]

Shall return the time of finds,

And shall fade the time of losses.

Shall sail to the sun thousands of boats,

Faithful to happiness, love and dream.