Вечная Любовь [Vetshnaya Lyubov] [English translation]

Bitter complaints of a funeral mourning bells

Are flying to the sky

The priests are crying, the nuns are crying

They lost love

Jumping and dancing with a rolled up cassocks

From dusk till dawn

They are searching for any evidence of real love

In the sky and books

But where does it live?

Eternal love

I'm so ready for it

Eternal love

Pure dream

Untouched silence

Untouched silence

Pope broke all the icons

And himself exploded the Vatican

Torturing his vision, he looks for an omen

And curses Islam

But the eternal love

Can't be brought back

A blind omen for idiots

Eternal love

Pure dream

Untouched silence

Untouched silence

Oh, the eternal love

A blind omen for idiots

Eternal love

Pure dream

Untouched silence

But where does it live?

Eternal love

I'm so ready for it

Eternal love

Pure dream

Untouched silence

Untouched silence

• Artist:Agatha Christie