Русы косы, ноги босы [Rusy kosy, nogi bosy] [English translation]

Braids are dark blond,

Feet are bare,

Leaves are in her hair.

That's the morning

With rich nacre

Colors heaven's air.

Would she come close,

Would she fall down

Like a cut wheat ear?

Would she sing sweet,

Would she let hear

Lovely voice, oh dear?

Cherished moment,

Fruit forbidden -

Tempter still awaits.

Love spark quells fear,

Swift as light spear,

If that's our fate.

World's unknown yet,

And the stars grant

Quiet light to all.

Dawn will warm us,

Flush with crimson

Lovely lips still closed.

Whose're these faces?

Should I get lost,

Even if in vain?

Gracious Heavens,

Most unselfish:

Take away my pain.

Now what, roamers?

Like through fingers

Time away has slipped.

The most gracious,

Selfless Angel:

Shield me with your wing.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Театр Абсурда 2010