Утомлённое солнце [Utomlyonnoe solntse] [English translation]

[Chorus:]

When the wayworn sun gently

Bid adieu to the blue sea,

You confessed, made the truth plea:

There was no love.

I felt saddened a little

Without heartache or sorrow.

Then your words sounded hollow,

Like hand in glove:

We are parting but I won't hold grudges,

We are both to blame for this impasse.

(Chorus)

We are parting but I won't hold grudges,

We are both to blame for this impasse.

(Chorus)

• Artist:Pavel Mikhailov