Костёр [Kostyer] [English translation]

When all is fine, the old man says :

"Someday every bonfire will blow out,

And the winds will carry the ashes off,

However, while the fire still brazens,

Everyone holds onto it's warmth,

Whether for bitter seasons or cold months."

When nights grow old, they barely light a flame,

Gathering strength and firewood,

They waste not, sparing the forest.

But sometimes there be a fellow,

He'll get it all wrong,

And his fire will reach the heavens.

And all is not fine, yet it isn't over,

The light of day hasn't faded yet,

And not everyone regrets the great fire, and God protects me.

He who was wise would save his fire,

He accepted he could not warm others,

But without pain he survived until a warmer day.

Yet you were wrong, you let it all go in an instant,

And within an hour it all burned out,

And yet in this hour, we were all warm inside.

And all is not fine, yet it isn't over,

The light of day hasn't faded yet,

And not everyone regrets the great fire, and God protects me.

• Artist:Mashina vremeni
• Album:Медленная хорошая музыка