The baby's first cry in a deep forest no one knows
Entirely pure, like thunder similar to anger,
It begins, sudšbá [1]
The wind asks where you are going with a cynical echoing voice
The youth has not yet chosen a road in his energetic days
He feels drowned just by making a choice
His awakened self is becoming detached from kindness
Pray to sólnce, sólnce [2]
Béloje plámja [3], footsteps approach it even in the short summer
odinó
Without searching for a reason
"That time when I still knew nothing,
That time when I accomplished nothing,
My innocent wish was suitable to be called a dream
I'm sure at that time I knew that innocent, child-like brightness
"...I knew it?
"Remembering those times makes me blush
I raise my voice to deny it
And yet, my regret extends into something unpleasantly sweet
That's because I have not completely lost it
I still hold that mysterious radiance
While feeling a disgust almost to the point of hatred,
I am searching for something to somehow soothe me with laughter
Forever haunted by my foolishness
I set traps again today as proof of my immaturity
If I say it is all because of my youth,
I wonder if I can regain some of my tranquil heart?
I wonder if one day, the maturity that comes from
Following your own path with resolve, will visit my body someday?
I still don't understand anything..."
Everything comes to an end eventually as if that were obvious,
I face the sunken scenery and grey sky
I've grown tired or searching, so I can't blame tomorrow
Time comes and goes before long it will be ripe
And will overflow from my hands
Pray to sólnce, sólnce
Béloje plámja, A frozen field of snow engulfs everything
odinó
"In the season when living things sleep,
We must endure a long, long loneliness
As I listen for frozen beings underneath the snow
I imagine there must be sign of them somewhere
I wonder if there's any way
To master the idleness of these long years?
Is there no particular reason I'm playing alone?
It's not really an important question
We just accept the fate and long time that has been thrust upon us
I simply make a face like the way is dark, like I'm up to something
I disguise my true self, hide away my grief,
And someday it will become the truth
Even though I have no interest in this abyss of life,
The gloomy despair grows in my heart
Because I must find an answer that suits me
"Ah... it's cold...
The sun on the slope burns my eyelids
It seems a little early still for sunset"
Until the distant days are dyed in darkness rather than eternity
I count the lonely mornings on my fingers, without fearing
The destruction of the raging wind
ljubóvš, me
I decorate the hands headed for a journey with flowers of hope
ljubóvš, me
Did the petals you grasped give some meager resistance?
Pray to sólnce, sólnce
Béloje plámja, Sadness wanders in the frozen field of snow
odinó
sudšbá, a beautiful and quiet secret place
sudšbá, Everything
Is shrouded in white flame