На заднем дворе [Na zadnem dvore] [English translation]

In the backyard boys are playing the chizh,

And the wind of spring goes to rest,

And it quietly sings in the pristine leaves of poplars,

And moms are calling us to go home.

The older children together with adult criminal guys

On the table play the domino, drinking sweet Porto wine,

And abrasion on the knee is nearly healed,

And eternal Edita Pieha in the house opposite

Sings to someone "There's a town, quiet like sleep",

And this magical sunset

of cherries color

soundlessly

has covered the small backyard

with its transparent wing,

And moms thru the window more strictly call us to go home

And, perhaps, it's time to

And tomorrow will be the eternal summer again

And a day full of light,

And we will never die...

When the lights went out,

When I'm no longer here