Ночной ларёк [Nochnoy laryok] [English translation]

The neighbor's flip-flops

Are worn out from the concrete.

I feel like fighting,

But nobody's around.

On the rusty doors

Are cigarette burns.

No hurry, sobriety!

No rush, dawn!

Shine on, shine on, moon, if only for me.

My only hope - an open store.

I left my building,

Wearing the wrong coat.

This area is unfamiliar.

It's the wrong place.

Nobody's talking.

Everyone looks sad.

The beer's all sold out

At the all-night store.

Over there in the alley

Is a pedestrian - drunk.

The windows look down.

They know that I'm headed

The wrong way to any store.

But I've got lots of secrets to tell,

And only one listener.

And we both smell like leaves, or

Old rags from the thrift shop.

Shine on, shine on, street lights,

Till your kerosine's gone!

Turn on your lights, street car!

Warm us up, store windows!

I left the building,

Wearing the wrong coat.

The area is unfamiliar.

It's the wrong place.

Nobody is talking!

Everyone looks sad.

The beer is all sold out

In the all-night store.

(last stanza repeated)