Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

How many songs are there to be written yet?

Tell me, cuckoo, sing it to me.

Am I to live in a city or on some outskirts?

Am I to lie like a stone or to burn like a star?

Like a star.

The Sun of mine, just look at me.

My palm has turned into a fist.

And if there's gunpowder, give me some fire.

That's it.

Who will follow the lonely trail?

The strong and the brave ones

have lost their lives in a field, in a battle.

Very few are still able to keep their clear memory,

their sound mind and their firm arm, staying in the ranks.

In the ranks.

The Sun of mine, just look at me.

My palm has turned into a fist.

And if there's gunpowder, give me some fire.

That's it.

Where are you now, freedom that is free?

Who are you welcoming

the tender sunrise with? Reply.

I feel so good with you, I feel so bad without you.

One's patient head and shoulders are to be beneath the whip.

Beneath the whip.

The Sun of mine, just look at me.

My palm has turned into a fist.

And if there's gunpowder, give me some fire.

That's it.