Зимняя вишня [Zimnyaya vishnya] [English translation]

Through the boulevards and the houses

You walk all alone,

The first snow

Has reached your city.

Day after day

Year after year

The course of time gets faster

And the fog floats over the winter river...

There is nowhere to rush,

The night is a prison of solitude,

And you don't expect changes

In life.

You dream again the dream,

Where we are together again,

And the tears on your pillow

Are for him.

Cherries, Cherries,

Winter Cherries-

The aroma of wonderful berries.

White snow is falling

Barely heard.

No one is to blame

For anything.

Only someone's voices,

traveling in the wrong direction,

Sometimes ring,

Waking you up in the night.

Wrapped in an old blanket,

Hiding in it from old sorrows,

You, with closed eyes,

Cry over fate.

There is nowhere to rush,

The night is a prison of solitude,

And you don't expect changes

In life.

You dream again the dream,

Where we are together again,

And the tears on your pillow

Are for him.

Cherries, Cherries,

Winter Cherries-

The aroma of wonderful berries.

White snow is falling

Barely heard.

No one is to blame

For anything.

• Artist:Anzhelika Varum
• Album:Зимняя вишня (1996)