Годы [Gody] [English translation]

When the spring sucks the temples

And for snow came doomsday,

And feelings are getting thinner,

And there is more,

I am dreaming of one girl,

I want to love that girl,

Take her through the stream

In singing of birds

In one decision

To press her to the birch and throw the jacket in thawed patch.

And the years, years, years, years

Take me forward without breaks

Oh years, years, years, years, years

And vernal floods

Years, vile-years.

Once my growth and level were the same,

I did notches on the pine

And there a cuckoo,

Simple liar,

Made settling scores for the spring.

Made settling scores for the spring.

How much can i live?

Cares of smiles,

Roads, mistakes-

All that i will tell you and my soul will feel better

When the spring sucks the temples

I remember Shukshin,

Red guelder-roses,

All is clear

I love Vasja Shukshin.

And with decantation plays accordion,

And wakes the fire in the heart

And feelings are getting thinner,

And there is more,

I want to love all of you and wish you to live long.

• Artist:Lyube
• Album:Песни о людях