В моей душе осадок зла [V moej dushe osadok zla] [English translation]
В моей душе осадок зла [V moej dushe osadok zla] [English translation]
The evil dregs in my soul boil,
And ashes of my bygone joy,
And mourning of my former mirth...
Now only my mind can unearth
And stretch the fraying thread of hope
To the remote horizon line
And try to change at least sometime
The downfall slope.
The futile quarrels, words so stark,
The squats and castles, light and dark,
Just one assuagement can befall:
To stand your ground till death's call,
To shake unneeded trash off soul
And banish old fears from the eyes
From darkness make a step to light
Like the first time.
And once again to tie the knot
On severed thread of your lost hope,
To tell yourself: it's not for naught,
You can change something even though
You know the game ain't worth your while,
Believe again that you'll prevail.
Since in the end the one is right,
Who's lit the flame of Goodness light...
The evil dregs in my soul boil,
And ashes of my bygone joy,
And mourning of my former mirth...
Now only my mind can unearth
And stretch the fraying thread of hope
To the remote horizon line.
Perhaps to take a chance again
To change at least one bad design,
At least some day...
The evil dregs in my soul boil,
And ashes of my bygone joy,
And mourning of my former mirth...
Now only my mind can unearth
And stretch the fraying thread of hope
To the remote horizon line
And try to change at least sometime
The downfall slope...
- Artist:Konstantin Nikolsky
- Album:Один взгляд назад (1996)