Потерянный [Poteryannyy] [English translation]

He would step out from the house,

From the doorstep winds depart.

He feels snookered by the chouse,

There is no peace in his heart.

He is walking ever lost,

He is walking never found,

As if something's not allowed,

Something's stolen while spellbound.

Light is streaming through dew splat,

Days will melt like morning haze.

As if he had never had

Neither name nor human face.

He is walking ever lost,

He is walking never found,

As if something's not allowed,

Something's stolen while spellbound.

Only grass blades colored blue

Bend and sway in summer breeze,

They all seem to grasp his view,

Seem to follow and agree.

You are all my fellow mates,

Rain clouds and the circling crows.

Set me free, let me escape

To all four sides of the world.

He is walking ever lost,

He is walking never found,

As if something's not allowed,

Something's stolen while spellbound.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)