Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

(1) How many tunes are there left to play?

Tell me, songbird (cuckoo), sing out.

Where should I go, where should I stay?

Will I falter or rise to the stars?

Which way?

(CHORUS)

Look down on me, Sun, and see

That my hand has become a fist.

And if there’s a fuze, then give me fire.

Resist.

(2)

Who will follow on this lonely trail?

The strong and brave lie in the fields.

All killed.

But some are left to countervail;

Adamant like hardened steel

Like steel.

(CHORUS)

(3)

Where are you now, my precious freedom?

Who joins you to greet the sunrise?

While I

Have fallen under a leash

From freedom sweet to bitter defeat

Be free.

Be free.

(CHORUS)