Текст песни Людмила Кононова - Душа омоется

The soul will wash, the earth will be covered,

And my soul will calm down.

And the snow will fall and everything will work out

Not fussy and not in a hurry.

And everything will calm down, it doesn't hurt to breathe,

While the landslide thunders outside the windows

Will fill with strange heavenly manna

The familiar street was half-oval.

Cracks in my heart, but I'm promised

That will be understood and forgiven

In an instant of fate weaving

In the snows of my country's patience.