Сахарный пакет [Sakharnyy paket] [English translation]

Many years ago

You left Leningrad

And flew like a bird.

And you brought back

Neither postcard nor pizza,

You brought me.

I'm your little sugar packet.

I have no salt and no pepper.

Keep me by your heart.

I'm your little sugar packet.

I'm the far lands' texture,

I'm your architecture.

In unmemorable year

You bought a cockatoo

From Bombay costermonger.

"Sorry, no date -

He said, getting a bit timid, -

There is only a little sugar packet. "

I'm your little sugar packet.

I have no salt and no pepper.

Keep me by your heart.

I'm your little sugar packet.

I'm a distant jungle messenger

And I'm almost of the same age as you.

In a Paris cabaret

You were lucky

To meet a brown-haired guy.

He offered you a wine,

And he wrote his phone number

On a little sugar packet:

Five, four, ten, seven.

I have no salt and no pepper.

An admirable brown-haired guy.

Keep me for hundred years.

Keep me by your heart.

I'm your little sugar packet.

I had a nightmare:

You boiled a kettle,

You arranged pastry in a circle,

And as if by accident

You, covered in sweet languor, ...

Put me to the tea!

I'm your little sugar packet.

I have no salt and no pepper.

We've been together for so many years.

We're dreams of far lands.

We keep memories.

There is nothing more beautiful than us.

• Artist:Piotr Nalich