Прощание с новогодней елкой [Proshchaniye s novogodney yelkoy] [English translation]

Blue crown, crimson shaft,

Ringing of the green cones.

The wind blow somewhere in the room

Where lovers was congratulate.

It touch somewhere the old strings,

Stretch out their roll call(1)

Here it is, January - has come, has flew,

Madness as a suburban electric train.

We dressed you up to the nines,

We served you faithfully,

To trumpet in cardboard trumpets (2)

Just like hurried to the feat.

So we believe just for a jiffy

Maybe, in innocent heart,

The charmed face of that woman(3)

Was merge with your eternal feast.

In the moment of parting, at the hour of reckoning,

In the day of the fading of the week(4)

Why you became so bad?

Maybe they are just mad?

So, refind like nightingales(5)

Proud as grenadiers,

Why their reliable hands

Are hide your cavaliers?(6)

Why they can't stop the time,

Why they can't stop to try

But the wheels start to knock(7)

How hard it is to part!

But the fuss are started again

The time is judge Ii its own way

So you was take off from the cross(8)

And there is no the resurrection.

Fir, my fir - believe to outgoing (deer)

Maybe you tried in vain:

The cautious shadow of that woman

Get lost in your pine.

Fi, my fir like Savior on Spilled Blood

Your remote shape

Just like the light of the surprised love,

Inflamed, unquenchable.

• Artist:Bulat Okudzhava