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

Let me write a silly song --

I'll deceive my “boring” friends

Let them laugh at “that Hill Billy”

Till their ship would drop on land

Everyone would laugh – me too

I created maze for them,

And that maze will fence me well

And protect my heart from buddies

Let my recent cuts be kept

From the one who sprinkles salt

From the one, who tries to comfort,

“Where’s your beautiful Assol?..”

Yup, I need to stay for them

Their buddy, their crony,

Drug addict, Georges Duroy,

Drunkard, music-singer-writer,

Talent yet unrecognized,

Theirs, theirs -- nothing else

Writing that so silly song,

I will spend my time with pleasure

Sure, guys will try to find

Any hidden sense in lines

I, on purpose, would connect

“Moon” and “Light” and other stuff

Oh my God, I’m so delighted

With that shiny shield of rhymes…

Let my recent cuts be kept

From the one who sprinkles salt

On the open wounds, who asks,

“Where’s your beautiful Assol?..”

Let me write a silly song --

I don’t need to bear pain;

Let the tape in my own voice

Please the idiots and fools

I would add a coupla puzzles

On “Hashish” and “Women”, “Buzz”

Oh, without all that stuff

Life for them is dull and null

Let my recent cuts be kept

From the one who sprinkles salt…

Coming home I would unmask,

“Where’s my beautiful Assol?”

“Where’s my beautiful Assol?”