“На части” (“Into pieces”) by Lumen is a song that always makes me cry. Here is a piece of chorus:
| Original | Translation |
|---|---|
| Разбитый на части | Broken into pieces |
| В поисках счастья | In pursuit of hapiness |
| Ветер в голове | Wind in the head |
| И покоя нет | And no rest |
The poem below builds on this phrase, mixing in the ideas of true north and guiding star.
Across the stars of midnight sky
How should I know which one is mine?
I’m crumbling, and fighting, and catching the air
Screaming from top of my lungs and into despair
My true north is lost
Consumed by the winter frost
Through the loss and through the stress
I’m left alone, directionless
Wind pushes me ahead
Until the moment I drop dead
Peace of mind is just a dream
And I’m consumed by the endless stream
In pursuit of happiness
I’m broken into pieces