Ария казанского зверя [Ariya kazanskogo zverya] [English translation]

How attractively debauchery smells

In the depths of my proud ideas;

I was born to be a mad soldier

In order not to let the villain jump over the world.

In the back of my virgin cell

Lonely candle shines,

But my soul thirsts for joy,

And my soul waits for a violinist.

My door is made of the strong wood of maple,

My windows face South,

I live, being fallen in love infinitely

With unknown to me, but faithful girlfriends.

And when the stars go out in the Heaven's fire,

Lighting up half of the world,

The sound of the unearthly lyre is heard,

And they come flying to me.