Я - Пущеная Стрела [Ya - Pushchenaya Strela] [English translation]

I am a swift arrow in flight,

In my heart there's no evil at all,

Yet somebody will have to fall after all.

The beggars are running show,

They would want to, but they cannot give,

And what they call blood is just water for me to relieve.

Ah, for what do I need this barren land?

This empty sky without birds or the wind?

I am a swift arrow in flight. Forgive.

I still cannot love this city with zeal,

Lord, let my heart be made out of pure ice.

And what they call blood is just water for my sacrifice.

Oh, how many bright lights that went out,

How many hands that would never get warm -

So past them, past them, past them, past them, past them I go.

I am a swift arrow in flight,

In my heart there's no evil at all,

Yet somebody will have to fall after all.