Город, Которого Нет (Игорь Корнелюк) / The City, That Doesn't Exist (Igor Kornelyuk)

It has been a while since I really wanted to do a song.... But this one keeps bugging me.

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Город, Которого Нет (Игорь Корнелюк) / The City, That Doesn't Exist (Igor Kornelyuk)

Russian version

Ночь и тишина, данная навек
Дождь, а может быть падает снег
Все равно бесконечной надеждой согрет
Я вдали вижу город, которого нет...

Где легко найти страннику приют,
Где наверняка помнят и ждут,
День за днем, то теряя, то путая след,
Я иду в этот город, которого нет

Там для меня горит очаг,
Как вечный знак забытых истин,
Мне до него - последний шаг,
И этот шаг длиннее жизни...

Кто ответит мне, что судьбой дано,
Пусть об этом знать не суждено,
Может быть, за порогом растраченных лет
Я найду этот город, которого нет...

Там для меня горит очаг,
Как вечный знак забытых истин,
Мне до него - последний шаг,
И этот шаг длиннее жизни...


Word-for-word translation

Night and silence are given forever,
It is raining, or maybe it is snowing.
Nevertheless, endless hope keeps me warm.
In the distance I see the city, that doesn't exist

Where a traveler will easily find a place,
Where they of course still remember and wait.
Day after day, always losing the path,
I am walking toward the city that doesn't exist

Where there is a small fire is being kept for me,
Like a timeless symbol of forgotten truth.
That city is only a step away,
But that step has been longer than life.

Who will tell me, what the fate has in store for me,
Maybe I will never find out.
Maybe, beyond the door of my wasted years
I will find that city, which doesn't exist.


Where there is a small fire is being kept for me,
Like a timeless symbol of forgotten truth.
That city is only a step away,
But that step has been longer than life.


My re-worked version:

Silence and night are with me again,

Snow keeps falling down, or a freezing rain,

But my hope like a star still persists -

Far away I see city, that doesn't exist.

City, where a wayfarer can find a place,

Someone who waits for him, who knows his face;

This is why through the sharp and freezing mist

I keep walking to the city that doesn't exist.

There a hearth fire is kept alive,

A timeless symbol lost today.

This city is a step away -

A step that is longer, than my life.

Maybe I will lose my path again,

My wasted years like drops of rain.

But my hope like a star still persists -

I will find this city that doesn't exist.

There a hearth fire is kept alive,

A timeless symbol lost today.

This city is a step away -

A step that is longer, than my life.