Прощание с новогодней елкой [Proshchaniye s novogodney yelkoy] [English translation]

Farewell to a Christmas tree

Raspberry colour trunk, blue crown

Jingle of green spruce cones everywhere

In the room a gust of wind left no sound

Lovers were congratulated there

The wind touched somewhere the old strings-

Their sounds rebounds again and again...

And so this January came, rushing in,

Frenzied, like electric train

We dressed you completely, we did our best,

We served you faithfully, we did,

Loudly blowing the cardboard trumpets

As if we were in a hurry for a heroic feat

I even believed in a moment of grace,

Perhaps in the innocence of the heart,

That woman's enchanted face

Merged with your eternal celebration

At the moment of separation in the hour of payment

On the day of the withering week

In what way did you become so bad

That they all grow stupid so quick?

And refined like nightingales sang

As proud as the grenadiers

Why did then their reliable hands

Your suitors are hiding in fear?

Why wouldn't they get together and talk

Why wouldn't they try to endeavor

But the wheels are beginning to knock

How hard it is to leave forever!

But the bustle is starting once more

Time judges on its own terms

And in the bustle you were taken from the cross

And there will be no resurrection

Spruce,my spruce is like a deer that has gone

In vain you probably tried:

That woman's cautious reflection

Lost in your spruce needles tonight!

Spruce,my spruce, like the Savior on Blood

Your silhouette in the distance lies

As if the light of rare surprised love

Which broke out and is still unsatisfied

• Artist:Bulat Okudzhava