Гости мои [Gosti moi] [English translation]

What you don't see in your dreams, you see in reality.

What you can't reach with your hands, you keep silent on.

Today I'm inviting my bests guests to visit,

So later you can't say that you didn't see them

You wait, wait, wait, wait -- and then emptiness! You believe it.

You walk, walk, walk the trembling bridges of grief and joy.

My guests are wind and swelter. My guests a summer thunderstorm.

I was so afraid to hear that this is love,

Because I knew that this love of ours is 'til December.

This December is bright and white. This December is tender and full of fire.

But it lacks arrows to kill me!

My guests are wind and swelter. My guests a summer thunderstorm.

I was so afraid to hear that this is love,

Because I knew that this love of ours is 'til December.

My guests are wind and swelter. My guests a summer thunderstorm.

I was so afraid to hear that this is love,

Because I knew that this love of ours is 'til December.