Второе стеклянное чудо [Vtoroe steklyannoe chudo] [English translation]

When you were a little, you knew all you knew,

And the dogs failed to take on your trail.

But now you're exposed, you have dropped your shield,

Not recalling who's right and who's blind.

You have placed shooting aims on your chest,

Only pulling a bowstring is left.

You're a mark, walking dead,

You are sure that your path is true.

But those, who don't sleep, have no need for your garden,

As it lacks either flowers or stones.

And even your God didn't help anyone,

There are others, more luminous and strong;

That is why you are left in a void,

Like on canvas, forgotten and old:

Not in center, at origin,

Nor even at the very tail-end.