Не Смотри На Часы [Ne Smotri na Tshasi] [English translation]

I'll leave the train on a far away station,

I'll take my time to smoke on an empty platform.

Hello then, a remote backwater town,

Hello then, my forgotten golden childhood!

The train driver will get it and wave his hand,

Just like me, he is forever a wanderer,

I'll wander at dawn through the ripe fields

And lay down on the hay at the meadows.

Don't look at the clock,

We still have time,

The cherry trees are blossoming in the garden,

Sprinkled with dew in the morning.

Let all the words go

With no offences or remorses,

Deer are embroidered with a satin stitch,

Moscow is painted.

The houses around are lighting up their windows,

Sweet smoke is wrapping the roofs at the morning,

The sun is climbing up and up,

And my clothes are wet with dew.

We'll spend a long evening with friends tonight,

My old mother will comb her grey locks,

I'm back to my antique town,

I'm back, so everything is fine.

Don't look at the clock,

We still have time,

The cherry trees are blossoming in the garden,

Sprinkled with dew in the morning.

Let all the words go

With no offences or remorses,

Deer are embroidered with a satin stitch,

Moscow is painted.

• Artist:Lyube
• Album:Рассея