Чужой дом [Chuzhoy dom] [English translation]

Marge; irradiance; fright;

Someone’s home.

On the course to the burnt-out doorway

The commotion of hurrying steps

Has erased the name and the next day,

Razed the name and the day

I’ll revive in an hour in a motley flow

In the rain,

As a fleet wind I'll go over the living murk

Bark; irradiance; fright;

Someone’s home.

The controllable beast's at the doors,

It is speaking in a foreign tongue

And it has no need of my speech

Pray allow me to go!

I‘ll relinquish my voice, besides my died off wood;

My refuge

Just to dream of the clean hands when I fall asleep...

Death; irradiance; fright;

Someone’s home.

Everything is by rule, at the place;

A combating draw theretofore;

It will stop all the clocks and the words.

Pray allow me to go!