Васильковые глаза [Vasilʹkovyye glaza] [English translation]

Not with orach-grass nor with spell you've cast

You've charmed me girl last spring

You've made my head spin, as if a potion you've made me drink

And deprived of peaceful sleep that spring

Not with earrings from silver and gold

Not with lacy shawl, nor with finery's

With your beauty you've charmed me

And you blue cornflower eyes

With one movement of your brows

You've made me crazy in an instance

Like with water cold as ice

You've burn me with blue eyes

And unforeseen and unexpected

With those unspoken blue eyes

Like with a sweet dope you've enticed

Not with earrings from silver and gold

Not with lacy shawl, nor with finery's

With your beauty you've charmed me

And you blue cornflower eyes

Not comparable with anything sometimes

Attraction of woman's eyes

Those, that forever bewitched us

Not with orach-grass nor with spell you've cast

But with your endless beauty

Not with earrings from silver and gold

Not with lacy shawl, nor with finery's

With your beauty you've charmed me

And you blue cornflower eyes

• Artist:Evgeny Martynov