Золотые купола [Zolotye kupola] [English translation]

Official house and central prison are in front of me.

I don’t have a dime to my name and long journey is ahead.

A precipice was covered by mist, horses’ move became quicker.

I’d drink a glass of alcohol, if I was offered.

Noboby is in church at night, wolves are howling in fields.

Holes are prepared quickly for a death penalty.

In what did I have a deficiency?

Now everything is OK: diamond ace was at my back but now I have a club ace instead.

Golden domes joy my heart,

That’s not a rain, not a rain, but tears falling from the sky.

Golden domes are pricked on my chest.

In fact, they’re blue, not golden at all.

Heart will be in a trembling while standing in front of precipice.

Who will alter my tramp life?

Who will bring a glass, who will extinguish a candle?

Who will apologise and understand me, who will be my mourner?

Golden domes joy my heart,

That’s not a rain, not a rain, but tears falling from the sky.

Golden domes are pricked on my chest.

In fact, they’re blue, not golden at all.

• Artist:Mikhail Krug