Когда пройдет боль [Kogda projdet bol'] [English translation]

When rain passes by, rain that will calm us,

When shadow above my land's gone for good,

I will wake up from my long solace

In the long grass, right next to you.

Lord, let our home be blessed and festive,

Hidden by leaves and tall stacks of hay.

Having learned truths, I was obsessed with,

I'll start to wait when pain goes away.

Let the rain fall, let the snow burn,

Let death sing its songs over fresh-cut hay.

All I want is simply to grasp, learn

Will we still be those who we are when pain goes away.

• Artist:Akvarium