Сигарета к сигарете [Sigareta k sigarete] [English translation]

By the lamplight smoking cigarettes continuously…

Hello, eve of the disaster, hour of rain.

Music walks around so feeble in its seriousness,

Leaves are swirling, changing to the snow again.

Our discussion is ill-timed and not so cheerful,

Ah, as if it were a good time for distress.

Since we all have paid so much for our epiphany,

We are down on our uppers more or less.

Do not torture me with pity or with sympathy,

As it happens, I’m not sad about my past.

If you’re able, please bestow on me forgiveness,

Maybe I will do the same should you once ask.

Blue smoke floats above our heads like soft eternity

Match would strike, a cigarette is lit at once.

By the window with umbrellas mankind’s meandering,

It was mercilessly robbed of love by us.

• Artist:Yuri Vizbor