Текст песни Сьвятлана Бень - У шэрым змроку

In the gray darkness the day melted,

in the gray darkness the eyes go out.

My youth is the ringing of acts,

my youth longs for the night,

would be an ear of corn that sprang from the ground

to fall asleep in the ground one day.

My course has been laid for a long time,

I'm watching the space from the ship:

there is no shore or bottom,

and I send greetings across the sea

in the far where the strip wall,

sadly, per person sick.

(1926)