Я скучаю по тебе [Ya skuchayu po tebe] [English translation]

It seems - why to yearn

Only a week of parting.

But I yearn so, that want to howl like a wolf.

The mountain of dirty plates in kitchen

Can't get around to wash it.

And I forgot to water your agave again.

My friends are calling me

Let's go for barbecue in the countryside,

But I'm not going, my spleen is dearer to me.

In the usual mez-an-scene of days

Everything looks different

When unwittingly you live alone.

I miss you

Like apostle seeking holy torments.

I miss you

That's the thing.

It seems - why to yearn

It's considered useful

To take a week off from each other.

And I keep trying to start

Living with iron logic

But love cannot be crammed into a logic.

And our everyday life,

Developed over the years,

Where vanity of vanities owns everything

Prevents us from hearing the cry

Of grey-haired universe,

That we are living the wrong ways

I miss you

Like desert misses white snows

I miss you

What can be done about it..

It seems - why to yearn

Only a week will pass

And everything will return to normal.

Housework, friends

Work at the limit

In general, life is quite ordinary

And only noticing the first snow

Over the gloomy capital

And chilled flowers near the stalls

I will remember how moment is short

That it won't happen again

And that the most beautiful thing about it is you

I miss you

Like a wounded bird after its flock

I miss you

This is how it happens

• Artist:Sergey Trofimov
• Album:CD Single