"My horse is tired,
My shoes are outworn
Would you please be so kind
As tell me where should I go?"
"To the red of the river, my dear,
To the red of the river.
To the blue of the hills, my dear,
To the blue of the hills."

"But where is the river, the hills,
Tired is my horse.
Please tell me to get there
Which way should I go?"
"To the bright light, my dear,
To the bright light.
Go to the light, my dear,
And you'll find them in a beat of your heart."

"But where is that bright light,
Why doesn't it shine?
For hundred years straight
My shoulders hold skies of the night."
"The lightman should've lit it,
But that lightman's asleep;
That lightman's asleep, my dear,
And I don't care for it."

And again he rides alone without the road
Into the darkness of skies.
"Where are you going,
The night comes close to the eyes?
What did you lose, my dear?"
I'm crying to him,
And he answers to me,
"Oh, if only myself I knew this!"

I love this song. I actually translated it myself from Russian to English. It's performed by Nikitins.