1.
Don't despair my friend, we have perished
Maybe for nothing, refusing to pretend simplemindedness
And play "the game of understanding" with the Emptiness
Yet still I remember the top of the hill,
A cherry branch in my hand,
And in the rays of the setting sun -
The shadow of a fragile human figure with a sword
We have perished my friend
I swear - it was beautiful!
2.
Pour ce destin de chevalier
Honneur, fidelite,
Nous sommes fiers d'appartenir
A ceux qui vont mourir.
3.
As a true witness
Through the Holy Spirit
Let me tell you my story
About a submarine boat
In an endless desert
Dying in an air strike.
How the hull was creaking,
And things were going bad -
The sky itself falling apart.
And the depth bombs of these futile times
Were hitting closer and closer to us.
But for those who will come
To the world wrapped in darkness
Our story will be the key.
For the ancient Sun -
The sun of heroes,
Has touched us with its last ray.
Don't despair my friend,
We're lucky you and I
In the very heart of this meaningless time.
The forever departing Sun of heroes
Has illuminated our late rebirth.
And as a true witness
Through the Holy Spirit
Let us come back to the story
Of a submarine boat in an endless desert
Fighting its enemy with torpedo fire.
As the hull was ablaze
And the rivets were melting
And down into the gorges of the deadly cliffs
The blistering, fiery metal was raining down from the sky.
4.
(Pour ce destin de chevalier
Honneur, fidelite,
Nous sommes fiers d'appartenir
A ceux qui vont mourir.)
I remember the cottage by a river
Pine trees all around.
A ravine with a flowing spring
And a meadow beyond the river.
And us splashing in the river
All day through
And mom's laughter, and the whisper of pines
And the pebbles in my hand.
I've recently come back to this place
After being away for so long
The cottage is a ruin, the trees have burned down
And the river has all dried up.
Everything looked so foreign, as in a dream
It seems to me since then
That my whole life has been a dream
And even now I'm still dreaming.
And it must be that the dark fault
That is in me
Is just a shadow - barely glimpsed
In a child's happy dream.
And it must be that soon I will wake up
And quench my thirst on milk
And speed down the track
To where the river is splashing...
5.
Darkness will erase our features
And will have our memory defamed.
Don't despair my friend, we're dying,
The fight is close to an end.
To the forever departing Sun, the Sun of heroes -
Wave goodbye.
To the departing Sun, the Sun of heroes -
Wave goodbye...
a translation by Artem Portnoy
