Текст песни Distance Life - Ни страны,ни погоста

Neither the country nor the churchyard
I do not want to choose.
On the Vasilievsky Island
I will come to die.
Your facade is dark blue
I can not find it in the dark.
between faded lines
I'll fall on the asphalt.

And the soul, relentlessly
hurrying into darkness,
will flash over the bridges
in the Petrograd smoke,
and the April drizzle,
over the back of the snow,
and I will hear a voice:
"Good-bye, my friend."

And I will see two lives
far beyond the river,
to an indifferent homeland
pressing his cheek.
- like sister girls
from unextended years,
running out to the island,
waving to the boy after him.