Она была чиста, как снег зимой… [Ona byla chista kak sneg zimoy...] [English translation]

She was as pure as snow in winter.

In the filth - the sables - run on it by right.

But then her letter burns my hands -

I learn the tormenting truth ...

I didn't know: that humility is only a mask

And the masquerade ends now, -

Yes, this time I endured a fiasco -

Hoping, that was the last time.

I thought: My days are counted,

That bad blood had entered my veins, -

I crushed the letter like the head of a snake -

And through my fingers trickled the poison of unfaithfulness.

I won't know about suffering and agony, -

The oncoming wind will wipe away my tears,

Insult will not catch up with my horses,

The blizzard will not cover my tracks.

Hence, I leave behind me,

Under this gray unsightly sky,

The odour of violets, the nakedness of carnations

And tears in a jumble with thawing snow.

Moscow don't believe neither tears nor a drop of tear,

I don't intend sobbing any more, -

I hurry towards new duels -

And, like always, intend to win!

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky