Пилигримы [Piligrimy] [English translation]

Acrobats, clown and mimes,

Children of the bitter truth and courage,

Who are we in this life? Pilgrims,

Perpetual wanderers and vagabonds.

The roads replace women to us,

And feeding off wind and fog,

We roam around, doleful like gods,

Across impoverished and wealthy countries.

Winds and rains flog us like whips,

We are perpetual children on The Milky Way.

Star of our wanders, keep shining, don't burn out,

We are searching, we are searching for Paradise lost.

Star of our wanders, keep shining, don't burn out,

We are searching, we are searching for Paradise lost.

Stargazers, dancers, poets,

Grandchildren of the blue-eyed nostalgia,

Fountains and lavish wagons are not for us,

We are not for sale like others.

How many times did we stand as in front of a firing squad,

Staring into the barrel of time,

Who are we in this life? Minstrels,

To whose guitars the pastoral is an alien tune.

Winds and rains flog us like whips,

We are perpetual children on The Milky Way.

Star of our wanders, keep shining, don't burn out,

We are searching, we are searching for Paradise lost.

Star of our wanders, keep shining, don't burn out,

We are searching, we are searching for Paradise lost.

• Artist:Alexander Malinin