Музыка серебряных спиц [Muzyka serebryanykh spits] [English translation]

Trust me in the main thing,

Distrust in [all] others: that's fine.

Well, ain't it a nice thing

That someone walked out to get wine?

It's only the first month's blunder,

But [it] ain't a big deal.

For when I was younger,

I didn't know it'd be an ordeal.

And they stand still like stones in the woods,

But who'll give them a sign?

Music of the silver wheel spokes...

Music of the silver wheel spokes...

Music of the silver wheel spokes...

We waited a long time -

What could be more moronic than wait?

Look me in the eyes

And tell me: can I lie, my mate?

And I assure,

And I swear on the fallen night star:

I do know a pathway

That leads to the water afar.

And those who are laughing among the boughs -

They will get a sight to see

To music of the silver wheel spokes...

To music of the silver wheel spokes...

Oh, music of the silver wheel spokes...

I read it somewhere

About folks who sleep during nights;

You may laugh, [but] I swear

I read it myself, black on white.

Music of the silver wheel spokes...

Music of the silver wheel spokes...

Oh, music of the silver wheel spokes...