Мой бессмертный

My darling! My immortal flame of stars
Like golden rye on sunny sweep of meadows...
All miracles and dreams can't ever lead us
And any herbs can't heal now your scars.

I'm far from you but always pray for rain
To kiss your lips and hair with golden lumen.
And if that God who knows paths of humans
Would give me chance to see you once again,

I'll fly to you like mothes fly on light
In flames of war that severed us forever
I'll fall with you to die and born whenever.
Though we'll be covered by that endless night

But I would be in every world you are
And bring my heart to light your way for ages...
All those who love are timeless saints and sages,
Oh, my immortal flame of wheaten stars.