Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

How many songs have I yet to mix, truly?

Tell me, the cuckoo; crow smart.

Will I live in town or out in the sticks;

Lie like a stone or burn bright like a star?

A star.

Sunshine of mine, would you please behold:

I found my palm had clenched making a fist;

If there’s still some powder - give it hot.

Like this....

Who would ever follow the forlorn trail through?

All the strong and venturous

Sacrificed their lives in the fields of battle.

Few are now left in hallowed memory,

In sober mind and with a firm hand in rank,

In rank.

Sunshine of mine, would you please behold:

I found my palm had clenched making a fist;

If there’s still some powder - give it hot.

Like this....

Where’re you abound now, our old free rein?

Who are you with there

Seeing the caressing sunrise? Tell me.

It’s as good with you as bad without, yea,

Laying patiently the heads and arms – under the whip,

The whip.

Sunshine of mine, would you please behold:

I found my palm had clenched making a fist;

If there’s still some powder - give it hot.

Like this....