Гоняли мысли, чужие мысли, пронзая ветром насквозь Мы...
Ты искала время, тянула время, совсем не веря в Сказку!
Знаешь, Я так устал от них, вечно молодых, пьяных,
мне чужих, их лести...
Я не думал, не гадал, смиренно ожидал
Последний Карнавал - конец Света!                        
                      
                      
					  						  They chased thoughts, other people's thoughts, piercing the wind through ... 
You were looking for time, pulled time, not at all believing in a fairy tale! 
You know, I'm so tired of them, forever young, drunk, 
me strangers, they are flattering ... 
I did not think it was not wondering, I expected humbly 
The last carnival is the end of the world!