At the end of the tunnel glare, extinct star,
My outsole on the dry leaves leave a scar,
I am still breathing, i'm want to live!
Now i am can [bad word] back,
And maybe i'll remain for you...

Remain with ashes on your lips,
Remain as fire in your breathes,
In your hand the breathing of wing,
Remain like snow on the your cheek,
Remain the light on the week,
I am remain for you the light...

At the end of the tunnel glare, and i'm going there,
Walking on the grass and ice, and you everywere...
Don't cry, i'm not afraid of pain, it doesn't [bad word] ..
Now i am can [bad word] back,
And maybe i'll remain for you...

Remain with ashes on your lips,
Remain as fire in your breathes,
In your hand the breathing of wing,
Aa-a-a-a
Останусь снегом на щеке, 
(Remain like snow on the your cheek,)
Останусь светом вдалеке,
(Remain the light on the week,)
Я для тебя останусь светом.
(I am remain for you the light...)

Aa-a-a-a-a-a

Останусь пеплом на губах,
Останусь пламенем в глазах,
В твоих руках дыханье ветра.
Останусь снегом на щеке,
Останусь светом вдалеке,
Я для тебя останусь светом.
(Remain with ashes on your lips,
Remain as fire in your breathes,
In your hand the breathing of wing,
Remain like snow on the your cheek,
Remain the light on the week,
I am remain for you the light...)