Кончится лето [Konchitsya leto] [English translation]

I turn the TV off, I write a letter to you

About how I can't watch this shit anymore

About how I am out of strength

That I almost started drinking, but haven't forgotten you

That the phone rang. It wanted me to get up,

To dress and walk, or rather to run

But I let it be,

Said that I'm sick, and tired from my sleepless night

I'm waiting for an answer, there is no hope left

Soon, summer will end.

This summer.

Now the weather is fair--it's the fourth day straight of rain

But the radio said that even in the shade it will be hot.

But still, the shade I am in

Remains warm and dry; however, I'm afraid now...

And time goes by day by day: one day of eating, three days of drinking,

And our lives are good; it's not important that it's raining outside

My radio broke

It is silent, all is well.

I'm waiting for an answer, there is no hope left

Soon, summer will end.

This summer.

Outside the window, there is construction-- a crane is working

That restaurant around the corner has been closed for five years

And on the table is a jar

In the jar is a tulip, and on the windowsill is a glass.

And year after year it will go on like this, just like life.

And for the hundredth time, the bread will fall butter-side down.

But maybe there will be a day,

Or at least an hour, when we will be lucky.

I'm waiting for an answer, there is no hope left

Soon, summer will end.

This summer.