Самба белого мотылька [Samba belogo motyl'ka] [English translation]

You used to love bright flowers so much

That flitted from flower to flower like a butterfly.

You used to present dreams for your admirers

Once you wanted to catch

A flower that was bright red like fire

And again you flitted to its fire

Like a white moth

But the freindship between

The fire and the moth will be hard

Samba of white moth

Near to the open fire

Do not burn your thin wings

It's better to live a short life

Like a moth but without sadness

And to fly near to the ground

Ceartainly we have to live good life

To choose the things our heart likes

He (fire) has burnt her (moth) but not strong

And she has loved him but not long time

In general it was hard

The friendship bethween the fire and the moth

• Artist:Valery Meladze