31-я весна [31-ya vesna] [English translation]

Big wide open city, highways and houses

Hussars are storming the windows, a useless prison

As a green apple the iron will sing, and you will become sweeter

And I had been missing in action in the japanese camps,

Missing like a dove with a bird in it's hand

I was frozen, waiting for you, ungratefully...

With you the 31-st spring spends the nights

And, undoubtedly, is jealous of everything,

And, undoubtedly, is jealous of everything, smashing glass

And I say farewell to the salt city, which

At any time trains cannot reach

And my lips were frequently weathered here

Dawn, wings in the hay, spider web and cords

Like a soft tiger I look out for you from the window

And water, dazzled from tenderness, is imperfect

And I rush to you, I reach to the ground

I am in this March, forever in this March,

And dumbfounded ships drift ungratefully...

With you the 31-st spring spends the nights

And, undoubtedly, is jealous of everything,

And, undoubtedly, is jealous of everything, smashing glass

And I say farewell to the salt city, which

At any time trains cannot reach

And my lips were frequently weathered here

With you the 31-st spring spends the nights

And, undoubtedly, is jealous of everything,

And, undoubtedly, is jealous of everything, smashing glass

And I say farewell to the salt city, which

At any time trains cannot reach

And my lips were frequently weathered here

And I...

And I...

And I...

And you cannot see, but I...

• Artist:Nochnye Snaipery