Голубой Огонёк [Goluboy Ogonyok] [English translation]

The black wind circles over the bridges,

And the ground is covered with soot.

Passers-by gaze at you like wolf-bitches,

I might be one of them, what a hoot!

My whole life rattles on like a railcar,

Yet it could've been a butterfly's flight;

And my death drives around in a black car

With a tiny blue light.

Do not blame me for my ostentation,

Do not shame me for my battered face.

I wish I could receive coronation

Or just wear a king's crown with grace -

But you can't buy your fate in a snack bar,

And you can't pin it down in the night;

As my death drives around in a black car

With a tiny blue light.

No regrets that I failed to take root here;

No regrets that I lived in this place;1

If I could meet the one whose idea

Was all that, I would choke him myself;

It's too late now, we've all reached the top bar,

Our path's only into the night;2

And my death drives around in a black car

With a tiny blue light.

1. lit. - that I was born and lived here2. lit. - (what's left for us) is only to go under, barefoot