Белый пепел [Belyy Pepel] [English translation]

In winter's window the bonfire is so bright,

That through it dreams flicker

And snow - is nothing but white ashes,

That didn't get to the spring

And this fiery snowstorm -

Is nothing but an old game

We in our dreams burned eachother,

To warm up in the bonfire's light

White ashes whirl above the earth,

White ashes will burn before our eyes...

We lit up these dreams in the skies,

To return back home to earth...

When love will turn into a habit,

I'll go out into the yard at night,

Take out a match from a box

And ignite the winter's bonfire

And then our chains will fly apart,

Blazing in the sky 'til dawn...

And snow - is nothing but white ashes,

Nothing but ashes from a bonfire...

• Artist:Aleksandr Marshal