Москвички [Moskvichki] [English translation]

I am her nighttime pilot

Together with musical strings

I will write down in my notebook

The crazy rise* of eyelashes

The melting mirage of the face

Every feature

And having finished it

I will tear out that page

Do you know how in Moscow empty pages melt?

Oh those crazy Moscow girls

Midnight decadence

Half-dark metro

The light is fading, and in the wires

Electric current weakens until morning

The grey leaves wilt

Of notebooks of past years

While tired Moscow

Sleeps, and it's not her business

What some resident** writes where - in a train

Oh those crazy Moscow girl