Золотые купола [Zolotye kupola] [English translation]

The State house is before me and the central jail.

No penny to a name, and

long way ahead.

Fog has fallen over abyss,

Horses put on speed.

I'd knocked off glass of whisky.

If it's served for me.

Not a soul in night church.

Wolves are howling in the field.

By the "Shoot to Death" verdict holes are quickly digged.

All that things that I have missed

now take their place:

Ace of Diamonds was on back,

now Ace of Clubs is by my feet.

Golden domes comfort my soul.

And it's not a rain, it's not a rain - Tears are dropping from the sky...

The gold domes tattooed on chest.

Only they are blue and not a speck of gold.

Not a speck of gold.

Above the abyss, on its edge

Heart is hugged with chill.

Who will change my life of tramp?

Who will give me drink? Who the candle blow away?

Who forgive, who understand?

And who will weep my soul?

Golden domes comfort my soul!

And it's not a rain, it's not a rain - tears are dropping from the sky.

The gold domes tattooed on chest.

Only they are blue and none specs of gold.

• Artist:Mikhail Krug