Предвосхищая  финиш недалёкий, В тумане призрачных надежд, Исполнен...

Anticipating the near finish
In the fog of ghostly hopes
A lonely look full of bitterness,
Looking at eccentric ignoramuses

And everything around sparkles with life,
And everyone around sparkles with ignorance
No one here is devoted to the Fatherland,
Dragging out a wretched existence.

Quit, spit, trample everything-
It's so easy to avoid obstacles
Love, hope and wait
So hard dropping the crown

More and more often the overtones are heard:
False life, false people, false friends
There is no faith in the light already,
No more faith in "you and me" ....