Pechal'

In the cold earth stands a big city
There the lanterns burn, and the cars hum
And above the city is night, and above the night is the moon
And today the moon is dripping red blood

The house stands, the light is on
From the window, the distance is visible
So where did the sorrow come from?
And, it seems, alive and well
And, it seems, not sad to live
So where did the sorrow come from?

And around there is no sign of grace
And around there is no sign of beauty
And everyone shouts: 'Hooray!'
And everyone runs forward
And above all this, a new day rises

The house stands, the light is on
From the window, the distance is visible
So where did the sorrow come from?
And, it seems, alive and well
And, it seems, not sad to live
So where did the sorrow come from?