Fiesta siberiana [English translation]

Siberian Festival

morning ice

rust and steam from railway

order of Moscow without poetry

I would march, I would go

Touch balalaika

singing of a troika

profile of an officer, she loved him

the war for peace never ended

he didn´t return, he didn´t return

Distant eyes as nordic springs

sharp wind that banishes our souls

keep in your belly until

a tacit dream come back

that a tragic wall doesn´t rise in my memory

dance, boy, to the rhythm of a tartar dance

turn on the rose of your sword and your tunic

break the melancholy silence of nomads

cold steppe for an exodus of weak

Festival that the moon becomes Madrileña

jealousy of uniform I will offer

tell him that his wife will sing,

I will sing, I will sing

They are memories of a night

your look that binds me oh!

they are memories of one night

your poison that kills me ay!

Vodka to love who is leaving

deep forest sleeps already

sleep now, sleep now .

blood of Volga

vein of a hypnotic landscape

infinite taiga with aristocratic charisma

from Petroburg to Leningrad

a very pale sun

always in the ford

between a Tsar and an anarchic dream

Dance ... (Chorus)

Festival