Я хотел бы пройти сто дорог [Ya khotel by proyti sto dorog] [English translation]

I was hoping to walk a hundred paths,

But there are still a good fifty more.

I was hoping to cross the five seas,

But I crossed one at last.

I was hoping to find that far shore,

Where's a wistful grove;

But this water would not let me go,

Pulling me to the ocean floor.

I was hoping to plant a hundred trees

In the no man's land.

And I had walked to this place,

But the wind scattered the seeds.

And among a hundred doors

I was so eager to find one that is mine.

And then I did find one, it seems,

But it opened into the wall.

I was so eager to grasp our world,

But, alas, never grasped.

Yet not in vain I was granted by God

With a bitter delight:

I will dwell in the land of lost songs,

Of unwritten new books.

So, from a thousand unspoken words,

I would say just one more...

• Artist:Andrey Makarevich
• Album:1