Пушинка белая. [Pushinka belaya.] [English translation]

Ah, cottonwood fluff, cottonwood fluff,

It drifts to and fro like love, like trouble...

All the cars... have suddenly broken down,

and the trains have stopped.

All the cars have suddenly broken down,

and the trains have stopped.

Cottonwood fluff, come fly to me.

I will live a married life far, far away.

A foreign woman in a foreign land

I will call my mother.

A foreign woman in a foreign land

I will call my mother.

I love my fields, even if they're unsightly,

Even if we're not dressed in furs...

At least the cottonwood trees

dress us with newlywed cottonwood seeds.

At least the cottonwood trees

dress us with newlywed cottonwood seeds.

The track is wet, the road is made of asphalt,

where do we land, you and I?

Fly, little seedlet, along the marriage-path,

such a foolish one you are.

Fly, little seedlet, along the marriage-path,

such a foolish one you are.

Ah, cottonwood fluff, cottonwood fluff,

It drifts to and fro like love, like trouble...

All the cars... have suddenly broken down,

and the trains have stopped.

All the cars have suddenly broken down,

and the trains have stopped.

• Artist:Valentina Tolkunova