В моей душе осадок зла [V moej dushe osadok zla] [English translation]

The evil dregs in my soul boil,

And ashes of my bygone joy,

And mourning of my former mirth...

Now only my mind can unearth

And stretch the fraying thread of hope

To the remote horizon line

And try to change at least sometime

The downfall slope.

The futile quarrels, words so stark,

The squats and castles, light and dark,

Just one assuagement can befall:

To stand your ground till death's call,

To shake unneeded trash off soul

And banish old fears from the eyes

From darkness make a step to light

Like the first time.

And once again to tie the knot

On severed thread of your lost hope,

To tell yourself: it's not for naught,

You can change something even though

You know the game ain't worth your while,

Believe again that you'll prevail.

Since in the end the one is right,

Who's lit the flame of Goodness light...

The evil dregs in my soul boil,

And ashes of my bygone joy,

And mourning of my former mirth...

Now only my mind can unearth

And stretch the fraying thread of hope

To the remote horizon line.

Perhaps to take a chance again

To change at least one bad design,

At least some day...

The evil dregs in my soul boil,

And ashes of my bygone joy,

And mourning of my former mirth...

Now only my mind can unearth

And stretch the fraying thread of hope

To the remote horizon line

And try to change at least sometime

The downfall slope...

• Artist:Konstantin Nikolsky
• Album:Один взгляд назад (1996)