В потоке бесконечных голосов Someday, when the frosts arrive, And the night's darkness is bound by the cold, The answers to the questions will have long been found, And meaningless words will no longer be needed. And snow will lay a blanket upon the earth, Hiding the autumn leaves from sight, Your hands will rest upon my shoulders, Giving warmth, peace, and silence. But for now, we are together, but not close, Lost between the poles, In the heartbeats and glances of strangers, In the stream of endless voices. In the stream of endless voices.
Someday, when the blizzards come, Shivering in the loneliness of the nights, You won't be able to sleep in your bed, Entering my house, you'll whisper, "Warm me." How long we searched for it together, The lost paradise of our two destinies, Walking towards each other as if in a labyrinth, Hold me, I beg you, don't let go, So that we may never return To that cold loneliness of the nights, As if playing a stranger's role, Where I am alone, and you are no longer anyone's, Where you are alone, and I am no longer anyone's.
But for now, we are together, but not close, Lost between the poles, In the heartbeats and glances of strangers, In the stream of endless voices.