Ночь Людмила [Noch' Lyudmila] [English translation]

From broken love at the window

Crystal veins freeze,

You look like spring is at war,

Like Shakespeare's death by treason.

You fly to Moscow on dogs,

On iron wolves to "Gorbushka",

One hundred rings on my soul, two tattoos

Yes, in memory of a friend's leather jacket.

Hello, night Lyudmila,

Where have you been,

Where trouble roamed, I would have killed you,

What the hell, Lyudmila.

I fed you, I raised you,

Where the hell have you been.

At dawn, the wind extinguishes speech,

Young golden braids, barefoot,

At dawn, happiness will throw off the dress,

Painted fennecs at recess.

Combining Lolita with Joan d'Arc,

You sweep away the proposed dinner

On the benches the park battles,

But you don't need your old ensign.

You dream of devouring the lead role,

At the very least Poor Lisa,

For you, either the thrill or the pain,

And you stroll all night along the ledge.

Hello, night Lyudmila,

Where have you been,

Where trouble roamed, I would have killed you,

What the hell, Lyudmila.

I fed you, I raised you,

Where the hell have you been.

At dawn, the wind extinguishes speech

Young golden braids, barefoot,

At dawn, happiness will throw off the dress,

Painted fennecs at recess.

It's boring at home, as in an old man's dream,

Although dad hasn't been drunk for a week,

You compose a letter like Tatyana,

You are at the entrance on a dirty wall.

And in dreams to get tired of the star,

You make a date on the rooftop,

There are five rings on my chest, two tattoos,

Suddenly he also writes at least a word.

Hello, night Lyudmila,

Where have you been

Where trouble roamed, I would have killed you,

What the hell, Lyudmila.

I fed you, I raised you

Where the hell have you been.