Песня без слов [Pesnya bez slov] [English translation]

Think back, carry out what I ask you,

Fill my heart with the wonder,

With a song without words.

There, where the mystery trembles,

Though it seems accidental,

You again will be lost.

No, there will be no stone left unturned,

And we'll stand still, growing cold from the flame that burns.

And there we'll be judged at the end of the tether,

And time, precious time'll be no more altogether.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Жень-Шень 1996