My friends light up the candles for me still,
And in the smoke, your image is outlined,
And I don’t want to know that time will heal,
That everything will pass away with time.

No longer will I ever lose my verve,
For any burden on my soul and any pain,
Unknowingly, she took along with her -
At first, into the port, then on the plane.

My friends light up the candles for me still,
And in the smoke, your image is outlined,
And I don’t want to know that time will heal,
That everything will pass away with time.

Inside my soul there are deserted lands.
What are you seeking in this fruitless blur?!
There are just fragments of old songs and webs,
And all the rest she took along with her.

My friends light up the candles for me still,
And in the smoke, your image is outlined,
And I don’t want to know that time will heal,
That everything will pass away with time.

Inside my soul are goals without means.
Go dig inside - you’ll find there, by chance,
Two simple phrases and unfinished scenes,
And all the rest is now in Paris, France.

My friends light up the candles for me still,
And in the smoke, your image is outlined,
But I don’t want to know that time will heal,
That everything will pass away with time.