Легенда [Legenda] [English translation]

In the net of the ligaments down the throat a clod of outcry is squeezed

But the time has come and it doesn't matter whether you shout ot not.

Only later someone won't forget for a long time

How, staggering, the soldiers wiped their swords on the grass.

And how the black tribe of crows flapped their wings

How the sky laughed and then held its tongue.

And the hand of survivor was shaking

And suddenly a moment turned into eternity.

And the dusk burnt with the funeral pile

And the stars scowled out of clouds.

How those, who walked into the night were lying with their arms spread

And how the living slept side by side seeing no dreams...

And "life" is just a word, there's only love and there's death

Hey! and who will sing if everyone will be sleeping?

death is worth living

And love is worth waiting...