Nina says she's got a snow-color skin
And two eyes as black as the darkness
Nina says that, although her youth
She has cried like a widow for love
But it's all over, she forgot
Nina loves to travel, but she doesn't dare to travel
To a distant country like mine
Nina says she made my map
And in the skies my fate kidnaps her fate
Nina says that if I want to I can see on the screen
The city, the neighborhood, the chimney of her house
I can imagine inside her house
The clothes she wears, her hair, her tiara
I can even guess her face expression
When she writes to me
Nina is longing to meet me soon
And take me to the Moscow night
Whenever this waltz is played
I close my eyes, I drink some vodka
And I go...