Перевод на английский: Последняя поэма (из к/ф "Вам и не снилось")
Places abandoned I cannot return to.
In the wind my old name has been dispelled.
And If you try eyeing me standing where you are
You won't make out my shape,
You won't make out my shape,
So long, my friend!
Flow of the River of Time takes me
From this shore to the distant next.
From shallow waters I know to the ones beyond.
So long, my friend
I know, one night, from my home
On the faraway — side
Wind of the – spring
Brings you something from days of forgotten past:
Sigh of my voice.
Now, take a look, take a good look,
There might be something that was left,
Left behind me just for you to find
On your own night of oblivion
When life is nearing the dead end
Feel no despair and look up, yes,
Feel no despair and look up to it,
What if a shape stands before you in a flash,
Looking not too familiar?
Maybe a shape stands before you,
Looking not very familiar.
It's not a dream, it's not a dream,
This is the truth I'm standing on,
This is Veritas
There is one rule that
Transcends death itself,
That is my love for you.
My love for you
My love for you
My love for you
My love for you
