С добрым утром, любимая [S dobrym utrom, lyubimaya] [English translation]

In the provincial town spring smells like gasoline

The tired people are sleeping sweetly

Mist is disappearing over the road on which

A local idiot has written in white paint

"Good morning, my darling!"

In big letters

"Good morning, my darling!"

Not scrimping on paint

This letters stand alone, attracting the light

You can see them from the moon and surrounding suns

The night will disappear without trace

And noone will ever know who wrote them

The nightingales will discuss it

They can see the strange marks on the road

They feel sorry that the traffic police will be sad

"Good morning, my darling, my dearest!"

You can see this beautiful inscription from your window

Maybe this happy line will last through March

This line will be for everyone like a beacon on the road

Let the traffic police be patient

• Artist:Oleg Mityaev