Восточная песня [Vostochnaya pesnya] [English translation]

Whether snow falls, whether warm rain pours--

I'm standing in the entrance, your building just across...

Waiting, you'll walk by me, and, may be, you will not,

If I can manage just to see you-- Oh, I'm so happy!

Amusing it's and strange-- our world arranged...

Heart is loving, but not telling of it's own love!

Though I live,And I don't know, you loving me or not!

This is better, then confessing and hear the answer "no",

And I'm afraid-- to hear "no".

I have picked a song -- on my own guitar,

It's a pity, you don't hear it, it's because in it:

Sorrow not hiding, I've called you--

The most beautiful and tender, oh, it's the truth!

Poems I write- in the still of night...

Let them say, that we all writing when we nineteen!

In every line-- only dots after letter"L",

You'll realise, of course-- what I've tried to tell,

Wanted to tell-- but failed as well.

Poems I write- in the still of night...

Let them say, that we all writing when we nineteen!

In every line-- only dots after letter"L",

You'll realise, of cause-- what I've tried to tell...

But snow melts-- always in spring,

May be, you will-- say "yes" to me.

But snow melts-- always in spring,

May be, you will-- say "yes" to me.

• Artist:Valery Obodzinsky