Fire

 перевод песни "Костер"
 А. Макаревича и группы "Машина времени"

Everything turns, and every wise man learns,
That not for good every fire burns:
The wind will blow ashes to the sky.
But, as time creeps, as wood while crackling speaks,
Each man the flame in his own manner keeps
In times of cold and in times of cry.

The night is long, and people save their wood,
They won't waste a word even if they could,
Utter no sounds, and forests stay alive.
Sometimes an odd, a funny one appears,
Who tears the chain of customs, times and fears,
His fire sudd'nly flashing to the sky.

So few decisions have been made,
So many questions left to wait,
The shades of day - they have not yet deceased,
Fires burning in the mist -
The Lord will still be pleased.

The smartest one would keep his wooden stuff,
To share his warmth he won't be brave enough,
But would survive when winter's left behind.
This rapid flame of your, and silly, own
Swiftly destroyed the trees that you have grown,
And yet your fire made some people fine.