Poslednee pis'mo [Последнее письмо | Гудбай, Америка] [English translation]

When all the songs that I don’t know

stop their sounds for some minutes

In the silent harsh air

My last toy paper ship will give its scream:

Farewell, America! Though

I’ve never been to this far land

My farewell’s for ever,

So take your banjo

And play something you like.

La-la-la-lie-la, la-la-lie-la. La-la-la-lie-la, la-la-lie-la.

La-la-la-lie-la, la-la-lie-la. La-la-la-lie-la, la-la-lie-la.

The fashion jeans of my youth

Got very small for to wear.

Too much time we were learning

To love your strange forbidden luring fruit.

Farewell, America! Though

I will be never in this land.

I wonder if I hear

A song that I’ll remember all my life.

Farewell, America! Though

I will be never in this land.

I want you to listen to

This song of mine that sounds like a knell