Горький туман [Gor'kiy tuman] [English translation]

She doesn't sing and doesn't drink wine

The war is chasing us like a dog on a trail

She is ill.

A huge sphere was cooling down

In fine fingers

In heavenly dance of star couples

Constellations are in wrong places

People and trains goings off the rails

He is too old.

On kissed lips

and in young gardens of spring

There are wreaths and crosses

She turned to the wall and fell asleep

He is silently drinking vodka in the kitchen.

Bitter dreams. Bitter mist.

A broken boat, an empty pier,

A mermaid is singing her grief

Self-repeat

Self-deception.

An angel cannot have a tail

And a horse will never love a whistling whip

Bridges have to burn

Traces of hungry riders.

fruits are rotting, and lilac smoke

is burning our eyes.

An ancient sign is etched on a rusty key.

Your treasury is in the same place as your heart

The one, who knew, really knew.

The fire went out, the shelter keep silent,

And only angels are singing

For the last time.

She turned to the wall and fall asleep

He is silently drinking vodka in the kitchen.

Bitter dreams.

A broken boat, an empty pier,

A mermaid is singing her grief

Self-repeat

Self-deception.

Self-repeat

Self-deception.

Bitter dreams.

Better mist.