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

Night is walking on the streets

Like a star tread of czarinas

Words and numbers simpleness

By the bridge in heaven

Scattered the feathers of birds all around.

Not forgotten by anyone

Enjoyment of lips, the hurts of the eyes.

Take me captive, tie me down,

And this line of the knees

For the last time I'll kiss.

Only, glass of vodka on the table

Outside the window the wind is crying,

With quiet pain echoing in me

The screams of this young moon.

It's not easy to return you at the end

To the birds and wind sails

Maybe even do not understand,

Maybe even do not recognize

Among the faces of thousands females.

Let be silent my eyes,

Quietly looking at the moon,

If someone can catch the glance,

He 'll hurry back at once.

I, myself, don't know why.

Only, glass of vodka on the table

Outside the window the wind is crying,

With quiet pain echoing in me

The screams of this young moon.

With pain echoing in me

The screams of this young moon.

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