Крым [Krym] [English translation]

If you live with me,

I will try to quit drinking,

I will for sure quit smoking,

Because vapours make you mad,

My cough, that is like sick people’s one, makes you mad,

And we would have to move to Crimea1

If you live with me,

You will get tired of loving me,

Of kissing me and talking to me

Before the beginning of a long winter,

The one that I’m waiting for, but you are not.

And it’s very hard to love on borrowed terms.

If you live with me,

I will stop singing completely,

You won’t be able to stand me,

My nerves, depression, swearing,

Endless anger and pain,

And your life will become hell.

You will not live with me,

Even in the happiest of dreams,

Even if, suddenly, only the two of us were left,

Left on the very bottom

And stopped counting days.

Because you have everything,

You are a good friend.

Because my number is 362

And there are too many people around,

So many people around,

So many girlfriends, my friend.

1. The best TB clinics were located in Crimea, that was always praised for its fresh curative sea air2. Reference to the ticket numbers either in shopping line or to see a doctor, or any other service