Вечер [Vecher] [English translation]

The evening crept upon us, whole city it concealed,

And we would like to have fun to be healed.

I know that you will pick up, you will accept my call,

When I call you - get set to roll.

The last banknote in clutched hand holding,

We'll leave apace, we'll leave for place,

Where they will pour glass of illusions

And throw some ice, and throw some ice.

All night again guitars will sound,

Will bang and jam the dancing crowd,

Tobacco smoke will spread like shroud,

And nylon crunch will be abound.

I feel so light! I feel so light!

That I can jump from window's height!

The singer torments his voice, the lights flash in the hall,

But we are not annoyed yet, no!

And we will order more drinks, although we may lack cash,

To pay for them there is no rush.

Let us give hands to one another,

Because this night is not for sleep,

Let's dance a dashing boogie-woogie,

What else is left to us, black sheep?

Let someone's look again deceive us,

Let blood run hot on dancing floor.

Hey, cymbals player! Beat on your bass drum.

Hit me once more! Hit me once more!

I feel so light! I feel so light!

That I can jump from window's height!

Hit me once more! Hit me once more! Hit me once more!

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Dym (Дым)