Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

How many songs i left to write, how many?

Tell me, cuckoo, sing me.

Will i live in a city or in an edge,

Will i lie like a stone or burn like a star?

A star..

My sun, just look at me,

My palm became a fist,

And if there's powder, give me fire.

That's it.

Who will follow this lonely trace?

All the strong and brave

Fell in battle, in a fight.

Just a few men with clear memory,

In sober mind, with solid hand left here,

Left here...

My sun, just look at me,

My palm become a fist,

And if there's powder, give me fire.

That's it.

Where are you, flyaway freedom?

Who are you meeting

This gentle dawn with now? Tell me.

It's good to be with you, but so bad without you,

Putting a head and patient shoulders under the whip

Under the whip...

My sun, just look at me,

My palm become a fist,

And if there's powder, give me fire.

That's it.