Он играет на похоронах и танцах [On igraet na pokhoronakh i tancakh] [English translation]

He plays music at funerals and the dancing,

Everyone invites him here and there.

And neither there nor here, he can't stay:

They wait for him again, here and there.

And bow produces sound again.

A hundred new weddings, a hundred partings.

He plays music at funerals and the dancing,

All our life is one of these two things.

When trouble knocks at your door, don't cry,

We are here not forever.

Whatever happens, never cry,

Play, and a grief won't be a trouble.

And some day in the wrong place

The time will run out, the final bell will ring.

And I'll remember all those who walked beside me,

All that I have done, and all that I havn't.

Nothing lasts forever under the Moon,

I'll fall down on the Globe.

Let there will be no bolshevik commissars in dusty helmets,

Let him play over me.