Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

How many songs are unwritten yet?

Please tell me cuckoo,cry out!

Will I live in the city or the outskirts,

Lie like a rock or shine like a star?

A star...

Look at me now my sunshine

My palm is clenched into the fist

And if there’s powder give me fire

Like this....

Who will be passing on the lonely trail?

All the strongest and the brave

Vanished on the battle field, in fight.

Few are left with the clear memory,sober minds with power in the hands,lined up

In the ranks...

Chorus

Where you are my precious liberty?

And with whom are you greeting the rising sun?

Reply!

It’s so good with you but bad without,

Heads and shoulders are obediently under the leash

The leash

Chorus