Two thousand minutes passed
One thousand one hundred kilometers shall fade away
And the day shall melt
In the flaming swirls of the sunset wind
All that have left in it
From far away, shall become a trivial plot
In the noise of other problems
[Shall become] but a simple formal oddity

And it's still impossible for us to love those
Who await love from us on this planet
A hand unlikely will touch a hand
In this tale

It's not natural for us
To feel the trembling of another heart
Only own feelings matter
The rest is a governing process
And out here, of еgoism
It's no less than in the simple lifе;
And the progress hasn't been able
To give a solution to a common problem

And, as a paradox for thousands of people
The amazing feeling only bothers to live;
In a monad kingdom without windows, withour doors
Just melting
And unreal it is the dream today
To love everybody living in the world
The height of eternal spring has not been captured
In this tale