До свидания [Do svidaniya] [English translation]

The moon's coming down

That happens sometimes.

Going to get a haircut

I get killed,

Shot with an "emka"

In the left muscle

They miss,

Which also happens.

The sights were off,

And I'm smiling,

Living, not aging

For whole fourteen years.

Goodbye, my beloved city.

I have almost gotten

into your chronicles.

Waiting – is the most boring occasion.

We need so little

For the two of us.

All the stars went out

Completely, from the cold

Got collectively darker.

Withered, those roses.

Moved me to tears

Then bored me.

Unneeded prose

From the cold

Will it become white?

And I'm smiling,

Living and trying

And the hair is intact...

Goodbye, my beloved city.

I have almost gotten

into your chronicles.

Waiting – is the most boring occasion.

We need so little

For the two of us.

Goodbye, my beloved city.

I have almost gotten

into your chronicles.

Waiting – is the most boring occasion.

Oh how tired I am

Thinking for the two of us...

Goodbye, my beloved city.

I have almost gotten

into your chronicles.

Goodbye!

• Artist:Zemfira