Ashy light will illuminate to me the face When my heart will cease to knock. In a rhythm of a rain which waits When from your eyes a tear will fall. Your life, my death. But you are silent to you all the same. One more death will be dissolved in night And clean a rain all traces, Cuts of destiny on your face. The rain, dressed in transparent shroud, Will read a funeral service to me over my funeral song. Also will mix with a dirty from legs... my lifeless body. Your life, my death. To him all the same, that has stiffened in eyes, The deadman fallen asleep eternal dream. Only a dirty, getting to face, Knew and knows that will be then. Your life, my death.