Глупенькая песня/Ассоль [Glupen'kaya pesnya/Assol'] [English translation]

I'll write a silly song,

For my more wicked friends,

Let them laugh to death,

From my unfinished ideas.

Everyone laughs and I'm happy,

I'll erect a black forest for them.

I'll use the forest like a large fence,

That way no one can get into my heart.

That cut from yesterday,

[I don't want] Someone to mix salt into the wound.

[I don't want] Someone to wrap their arms round me :

"Tell me friend, where is your dearest Assol now?"

I'll stick around for 'em,

[I'll be] Your boyfriend, "that guy",

[I'll be a] Drug-addict, "Georges Duroy"

[I'll be] Just another drunkard and musician,

[I'll be] Another unrecognized talent,

That's all I am, I cannot be anything else.

So I'll write a silly song,

I'll write and I'll laugh.

I'm sure the kids will get it,

They read between the lines, look for meaning in it all.

And in one rhyme I'll wrap it all up,

"Wheel", "bed" and "craft"

I'm very happy with this poetic scene,

God, I'm lucky to have her!

That cut from yesterday,

[I don't want] Someone to mix salt into the wound.

[I don't want] Someone to wrap their arms round me :

"Tell me friend, where is your dearest Assol now?"

But I'll write this silly song,

That way they don't have to suffer in giving birth.

My voice over a tape recorder,

It'll please the fools.

I'll sprinkle in some dilemmas,

Of hashish, of girls of wine!

All of this is so very important, after all, it would be boring without it,

They cannot have it any other way!

That cut from yesterday,

[I don't want] Someone to mix salt into the wound.

I'll come home and take my mask off

"Where is my dearest Assol?"

"My dearest Assol, where are you?"