At a Friend's Grave

My faithful friend Mikhail, Lived a short life. I will stand by his grave, Drinking the cup of sorrow to the dregs. In your heart, you carried the sorrow For far too long, My faithful friend Mikhail. Unrequited love Poisoned your blood. And the man in love Melted like the spring snow. In your heart, you carried the sorrow For far too long, My faithful friend Mikhail. How interestingly we lived, What plans and dreams we had! But to your own misfortune, You suddenly met her. And you forgot about everything in the world, Abandoned all your affairs. You surrendered yourself to love, And love drove you mad. Evil took on the guise of beauty, Evil took on the guise of beauty, And to the deceitful trick, My friend, you fell prey. She was simply laughing at you, Misha, She was simply laughing at you, While you called her your destiny. So who was truly to blame? So who was truly to blame For the fact that the clock of fate Sounded your final farewell?