Звездочёт [Svyozdatshyot] [English translation]

Kids are staring at a fallen star, laughing

And the ashes are flying away through a telescope

And the peasants are drinking vodka, dancing around a bonfire

They've killed an astrologer, torn the sorcerer apart!

Chorus:

Oh how can I

Live my life a little bit longer

How can I prolong the pleasure?

Oh how can I

With whole new threads,

Sew my wonderful way?

The blind books are burning, so are the magic words

And the major secrets are going nowhere

And the mysteries show their sad eyes to the skies

The astrologer's been killed, the scoundrel's been torn apart!

Chorus

• Artist:Agatha Christie