Sitting by the shores of Yazevoe lake
Mother Belukha is watching over me
I feel embraced by her presence
Encouraged to let the stream of my emotions flow
I miss my best friend
Even though the stream has continued to flow
My tears stream down my cheeks and blend with Yazevoe Lake
I really miss my best friend
The irony of living
The stream continues to flow
Do I dispense all my effort to swim upstream
Or do I surrender to the flow
I emerge in the places of my dreams
But the past is a noose gripping my neck
And the further I wander
The more I feel myself unable to breathe
I don’t ask of Mother Belukha to return her to me
I don’t ask of Mother Belukha to ease my pain
I just want to feel understood
Even I don’t understand myself