Only having lead a palm on cold glass
I understand, as far as our mirrors lie,
As far as people with appearance play.
Everyone would go in masks as if on a carnival.

Play and joke and laugh constantly,
Breaking masks - having only closed from all.
There is no belief to anybody, only doubt.
In soul of people, - only pride.

And only the charter from lie and affected light;
The truth, as if a phoenix in ashes will revive.
The cold surface cools blood
Also kills our happiness lie.