На распутье [Na rasput'ye] [English translation]

To live in an age

of great changes

I don't wish it on my enemy.

The world is like gunpowder

The dangerous listing1 of minds

Even the earth stands on hind legs

Like a horse, not wanting to know,

the rough whip of a cowboy,

it hurtles toward the abyss,

taking the bit between its teeth

It carries us on rocks

We believe in a new sunrise

Hope dies last

Time is at an end

Perhaps there, in the heavens

they will echo and remember us.

This is the part of land

that is called the sixth

An artillery range of dead-end ideas

Gave to our souls

God himself in such a mood

that we will remain standing here and everywhere

We live, surprising ourselves,

riding the free wind

resurrecting

and raising the cross!

It carries us on rocks

We believe in a new sunrise

Hope dies last

Time is at an end

Perhaps there, in the heavens

they will echo and remember us.

All roads

don't come together as one

And in many past faces

At a stone at the crossroads

We choose the one

that is harder to travel

And I don't wish it on my enemy

to live in such an age

of shocking

and sudden change!

It carries us on rocks

We believe in a new sunrise

Hope dies last

Time is at an end

Perhaps there, in the heavens

they will echo and remember us.

1. As in the nautical term, of ships rolling

• Artist:Kipelov
• Album:Реки времён