Рюмка водки на столе [Ryumka vodki na stole] [English translation]

Night has taken to the streets

With tsarinas’ starlit tread

Words and numbers so naïve

At the heaven’s divine bridge

Got bird feathers scattered there

No one’s going to forget

Feast of lips, pet peeve in eyes

Bring me down to my knees

Your knee line once more to kiss

This one time will be the last

Just a shot of vodka on the table

Winds are weeping outside

With soft anguish there resound deep in me

This young crescent of the moon’s wild screams

It’s so hard to give you up

To the sails of birds and gales

One may fail to get it right

One may fail to recognize

In so many a female face

Though my eyes are silent dull

They keep staring at the moon

If one catches just my glance

They will hurry back at once

I myself will wonder why

Just a shot of vodka on the table

Winds are weeping outside

With soft anguish there resound deep in me

This young crescent of the moon’s wild screams

With pain there resound deep in me

This young crescent of the moon’s wild screams

• Artist:Grigory Leps
• Album:На струнах дождя... (2002)