My memory is still alive
Though every day I pray and fight -
So many years gone — thirty five
Scince I had heard: «Your husband died»
The frosty wind was blowing hard,
The bitter tears hurt my eyes,
Those words have frosen my warm heart
And turned into a piece of ice.
Since then the sun has left the sky,
Thus plunging my life into hell.
Would I survive or also die -
Who knew the answer pretty well?
Oh, life, an everlasting stream!
Oh, life, an everlasting stream -
Some people think you are a dream,
While others say you're mad and hard -
From baby''s cradle till graveyard.
And starting from the burning dawn,
Once born, we all have to go on
Fulfilling the prescripted roles -
To keep in clean presented souls.
If we succeed — the last sunset
Will never be so cold and sad:
Forgiven may be any sins
To loving God — he always wins!