Румба [Rumba] [English translation]

I would conjure the truth

On Thursday*

And I want to take you away from everyone

But I know it's no good

I opened the door

The frosty air made me happy

I was dialing you

But it's pointless

These days and distances

They are just unbearable for me

Kiss me gently on my temple

Just for fun

Guess me,

But remember that the roads are going to be slippery

And I'm wearing my rocks to show off

And a callus hurts my left foot.

There is a problem with me and you,

With the roads and the sky,

With the snow and the desire.

And "OM" ** lies in the nightstand

Rumba, Rumba, Rumba,

Naked and full,

I sailed my sense to my veins

I grew insolent, I had to feel sorry for myself

Oh, how much I loved you

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

I was drawing the air

The wings were sprinkling me with tender dust

My doubts were chasing me

And again they cought me

Surprise me with your call

Late at night

I'm not asleep, I will hear

Even if you don't want me to

These days and distances

They are just unbearable for me

Kiss me gently on my temple

Just for fun

Guess me,

But remember that the roads are going to be slippery

And I'm wearing my rocks to show off

And a callus hurts my left foot.

There is a problem with me and you,

With the roads and the sky,

With the snow and the desire.

And "OM"* lies in the nightstand

Rumba, Rumba, Rumba,

Naked and full,

I sailed my sense to my veins

I grew insolent, I had to feel sorry for myself

Oh, how much I loved you

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la-la-la

• Artist:Zemfira
• Album:Земфира (1999)