муз. Оконешников, сл. Д.Малов, перевод Н.Соболева
 [bad word] towards the dawn, our time of dreams
Those airy spirits keeping secrets safe from me.
The fragments of  feelings, remains of alien lands
But never they`ll be back and this is very sad

Morning brings new dream  in dawn,
I’ll quikly rise to the Heaven’s hall
I‘ll break the tethers down,
Remove the cross from my heart 

In darkness and silence it arrives to me
The downfall of unknown black realms and phantom  kingdoms.
And in this too cold midnight the [bad word] unwinds –
Our world is fragile it may easily be crashed.
               
The mares disappear, the force of night is weaker