Music by Lacklustre Mirror (my old band).

Lyrics by Alexandr Blok.

Translated to English:

How often do we all, me and you,
Bemoan our life’s misery!
Oh, if only you, my friends, could know
The chill and darkness of the coming days!

Now, you cuddle your dear’s hand,
Play with it joyfully,
Then cry, once you notice lies,
Or discover this hand holds the knife,
Oh, dear child.

There are no limits to lies and guile,
Whilst Death is far away.
Darker and darker will be terrifying light,
And the maelstrom of planets will grow more and more twisted
For centuries, centuries!

And the Last Age, the most terrifying of them all
Shall we see – me and you.
The skies will be consumed by the heinous sin,
All laughter will freeze –
[into] the yearning of non-existence.

My child, you will be waiting for the Spring
And the Spring shall deceive you.
You will call the Sun to the skies,
And the Sun won’t be rising,
And the cry when you start screaming,
Will silently fall down like a stone…

So be content with your lives,
Meek and mild ones.
If only you could know, children,
The chill and darkness of the coming days…