Нечего терять [Nechego teryatʹ] [English translation]

Burning the flesh with hope, I was going through thicket of centuries.

The pain was becoming my clothes, a burden of deadly sins.

The cold and wet wind was lashing me badly on the face.

For a long time I was knocking at the doors and windows, the life was nearing to the end!

Nothing to lose,

Here is my freedom.

The wind has dispersed all my secrets,

And I do not care anymore.

Nowhere to run,

There is no such ford.

After all, I myself can`t

Cross this river of parting.

The oblivion became my soul, the melancholy became my conscience.

But I have forgotten what confusion is and what I was looking for.

Who and for what has cursed me became all the same to me.

Though, I am unfree; I am unfree; I only know one thing...

Nothing to lose,

Here is my freedom.

The wind has dispersed all my secrets,

And I do not care anymore.

Nowhere to run,

There is no such ford.

After all, I myself can`t

Cross this river of parting.

• Artist:Arktida
• Album:На горизонте