Текст песни Жанна Бондарук - У ночі запитаю

At night prayer candle confession oplyvaye,
Like the mark of sin is black oppression,
Extinguished soft beam,
Dying comforts,
With half the world does not share.

Chorus:
At night, ask your prayers
Why grief we lucky?
Do we not certainly know
No heart, no soul,
Hating that he loves.

Infinitely long nights separation sway,
And sorrow chorus it.
Forget heart wants
Which soul loveth
And this force in him there.

Chorus. (2)

My sadness married in the temple sadness,
Sorrow went down the aisle.
And no doubt crept
From the abyss the abyss
That is the beginning - not the end.

That is the beginning - not the end ... (2)