Nadezhda (translation)

No strength left, no feeling of pain

Soul eaten by grief, such as by larva of moth

Everything's driven into an abyss, not for the first time

Friendly words don't mean a thing

Everything's given, lost or sold to someone

And the bleeding heart is served for dinner

There's only dirt left in the dept of your pockets

And some kind of feeling, something like hope

She hears footsteps, fading and fading

He's become a crane again, and will live somewhere above

No more waiting for him, she forgave and she's crying

And her stupid friend feeds her hope in vain

Time fades away and naive lie

Measures its knife to its left wrist

Hope was, and always vain it remains

A sticky red liquid, spilling drops on the ground

You're primordially alone, even if a friend is there

He won't see all the trouble on the palm of your hands

He won't be brave for you, if you're struck dumb

And won't be able to say, the words you intended

He can only help, if something's not right

When an endless darkness covers your eyes

When tears divide your face in three equal parts

And there's no hope left for yourself

Hope is a self-delusion, but it's all that we've got

From hand to hand it goes, selling its honor

That lying creature, throws dust in your eyes

Disappearing at the moment when it's needed the most

Go away and come back, it will many times

Always keeping the cherished diamond at a distance

Without hope I am killed, shot through by grief

Because I was hoping; I wasn't certain