Ёлочный сок [Yolochnyi sok] [English translation]

Dying of love or hunger

Is cold in the winter.

Lips get chapped from laughter.

You have another woman.

Holidays are writhing

And squeezing spruce juice.

A white cavalry is rushing

And twirling the snow.

All the friends, the twelve months*,

Will fit at one table.

And they are calling and splitting evenly

Each of my four sides.

Holidays are writhing

And squeezing spruce juice.

A white cavalry is rushing

And twirling the snow.

Dying of love or hunger

Is cold in the winter.

• Artist:Bi-2
• Album:Мяу Кисс Ми (2001)