This dimness. The mirror is like in a daze.
The faces around are not even seen.
And couples are tired of whirling in dance...
Before it’s all over, I will still sing.

All of the notes were played
and forgotten.
A wine in the glass lost its fire
and shine.

The burning desire to speak
is gone.
And now it’s better just to finish
my wine.

For a half-year we haven’t been seen the sun.
And souls are frozen deep under the ice.
Most likely, I hope for ice-drift for nothing.
The memory can’t melt this cold inside.

All of the notes were played
and forgotten.
A wine in the glass lost its fire
and shine.

The burning desire to speak
is gone.
And now it’s better just to finish
my wine.

The orchestra is tired and stumbles at times.
The circle is closing in. I can’t stop it, it seems!
But I am still calm. I should leave with a smile...
Before it’s all over, I will still sing.

All of the notes were played
and forgotten.
A wine in the glass lost its fire
and shine.

The mirrors grin, at last,
is broken.
Or, maybe, to break it this time?..
The glass.