“Old Sails“ by Zhanna Bichevskaya (“Старые паруса“)

(Google) translation: Like the firmament my consciousness Above the existence of earthly destiny. All the cataclysms of the universe Have already happened to me. Have already happened to me. And the memory is so bold and strong, That it’s time for a prophecy. And life is short, like a line, Seems immortal in the morning. Immortal seems in the morning. How many tears the wind has dried me! How many old sails Lie at the bottom, fly around the world To the sound of young voices! To the sound of young voices! How fleeting compassion How many sad old people, How poetic excuses Treason, temptations and sins Changes, temptations and sins! How much anger and poison You missed through the heart, What to be cruel and wrong There is neither desire nor strength. There is neither desire nor strength. How good are human faces When there is light and faith in them. And I tried to pray - Prayer turned into a song. The prayer turned into a song.