Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

How many songs are still unwritten?

Tell me, cuckoo

Sing them.

Should I live in the city, or in the village,

Sit like a rock, or shine like a star?

Like a star...

My sun - look at me,

My hand has turned into a fist,

And if you have gunpowder, then fire away.

Like this...

Who will go on the lonely trail?

Strong and brave heads they've put in the field, in the battle.

Few are still clearly remembered,

With a sober mind and a firm hand, marching,

Marching...

My sun - look at me,

My hand has turned into a fist,

And if you have gunpowder, then fire away.

Like this...

So where are you now, free will?

And who are you watching the tender sunrise with now? Answer me.

Good to be with you, and bad without you,

Head and shoulders patient under the whip,

Under the whip...

My sun - look at me,

My hand has turned into a fist,

And if you have gunpowder, then fire away.

Like this...