Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

Are any songs still not written by us,

Not done yet, tell me, cuckoo, soothsay.

Shall I live in capital or outcast,

Be just a stone or go my glory way?

Star way.

My sunshine, my dear, give me a glance.

Look at my palm, it's turned into fist.

Have you some fuel? Fire a chance.

Like this...

Solitary trace, who will follow it?

Brave and mighty warriors

Died in a mortal combat, in fight.

Few who survived, have they sober mind?

Have they a hand, steady to fire back,

With no fright?

My sunshine, my dear, give me a glance.

Look at my palm, it's turned into fist.

Have you gunpowder? Fire a chance.

Like this...

Freedom I have lost, we are set apart.

Sweet and tender dawns,

Are they shining now, tell me, to whom?

Life was so good with you and now it's hard.

Shoulders and head are under slaver's whip, it's doom,

It's doom.

My sunshine, my dear, give me a glance.

Look at my palm, it's turned into fist.

Have you gunpowder? Fire a chance.

Like this...