Белая лошадь [Belaja loshad'] [English translation]

The piano keys are swinging, snowdrifts are growing,

There are horses at the square, apples in the garden.

The times are changing, and who will guess,

What will remain of us next year?

U-u-u... U-u-u...

U-u-u... U-u-u...

Old men and women are the first to exit.

Light fantasies don't lose their value.

My white horse, what have you done?

What kind of a rider is on your back?

Ye-ye-ye... Ye-ye-ye...

Ye-ye-ye... Ye-ye-ye...

Sugar cakes are melting under the hooves,

The audience is ready, so get ready for a low start.

Make us washed, sober and well-fed,

My white horse. Such a thing, brother...

La-la-la... La-la-la...

La-la-la... La-la-la...

The piano keys are swinging, snowdrifts are growing,

There are horses at the square, apples in the garden.

The times are changing, and who will guess,

What will remain of us next year?

U-u-u... U-u-u...

U-u-u... U-u-u...