Мертвец [Mertvetz] [English translation]

Everything comes to an end, my friend.

Pain and fairytale, light and death,

Woven into a tight whip,

Are tearing apart the rings of hands.

Just for everyone to know

That everything he has been searching for

Shall soon smolder like a coal in ashes,

Shall soon rot in the damp ground.

Don’t be sad, don’t cry, don’t be afraid,

It is just glimpse of sunshine

In the dark bonds of our dreams,

In the rust of fetters.

Everything comes to an and, my friend,

It’s our last round.

Don’t look for your faith

In the pale shadows of things.

Everything our passion led us to

Shall soon fall.

Now come and greet the guests

Beyond this sharp edge.

It is just moonlight,

There is no defense,

Flaming scar in your heart,

You are already a dead man.