Рюмка водки на столе [Ryumka vodki na stole] [English translation]

The night walked on the streets

With the starry step of queens,

The simplicity of words and numbers

That has the sky bridge

Scattered the birds' feathers.

No one will make me forget

The feast of your lips, the mortification in your eyes.

Take me to your prison,

I will kiss for the last time

This line of your knees.

There's just a glass of vodka on the table.

The wind outside is crying,

The shouts of this young moon

Are echoing in me with a faint pain.

It's not easy to let you go

To the sails of winds and to the birds.

You might not even remember me,

You might not even recognize me

Among a thousand of woman faces.

Although my eyes are silent,

They're silently looking at the moon.

If someone catches my eyes,

He will hurry back to me.

I don't even know why myself.

There's just a glass of vodka on the table.

The wind outside is crying,

The shouts of this young moon

Are echoing in me with a faint pain.

The shouts of this young moon

Are echoing in me with pain.

• Artist:Grigory Leps
• Album:На струнах дождя... (2002)