Текст песни Внуки Святослава - Боль

Each squadron responds to current day in the back
Every evening and night expire bitter tears
Somewhere far away, unknown people on the ground,
Continuing this endless pain

If this longing stir recklessness and laziness
I go out of themselves from rampant wild love
And there will be only my perfect shade
And perhaps it will find in the distorting mirror counterpart

A hundred times as much cursing and thanks ,
Never Eastleigh , but become whiter than the light .
And in any reflection I find myself easily ,
Because someone else is not.