"Le corps se courbe, lentement comme l’espoir fane"
I don’t believe we’ll take this trip
beyond these luminous skies – brighter and brighter,
protected, untouched from the dark.
I can’t believe we’ll be wandering souls forever,
waiting for a promised heaven made invisible
by intense light.
Searching within old memories denies us Eternity.
Body bends slowly like hope withers.
We only see the wrinkles in time which bring us closer to our waiting grave.
And I have Russian translitation, but I don't think that you want it ^_^