Перекресток [Perekrestok] [English translation]

You have left early morning, a short time after six.

You have left early morning, just a short time after six.

You dressed up in silence, checking time in the dark.

You scribbled “I’m sorry” on a cigarette pack.

On the pillow I found a long strand of your hair.

On the pillow I found a long strand of your blond colored hair.

And it must be subliminal (Let’s ask Bassist what’s next):

Wrapping strands on my finger, I’ve tried guessing the name,

But the answer came “X”.

Someone’s life is boogie-woogie, but for some it’s a mess.

Someone’s life is boogie-woogie, but for me it’s a terrible mess:

The unfinished beer bottle, the diminishing dream,

The surviving mosquito, hits that came unforeseen.

I was searching for you inside out, I thought I’ll go nuts;

I couldn’t find you anywhere in sight and I thought I’ve gone nuts.

Oh, my strings and my guitar: in perfection you fuse.

When Love's being tossed, it’s a cradle of blues.

You have left early morning, when I was asleep.

You have left early morning, when I was asleep.

My eternal crossroads: you might win, you might lose.

When Love is departing, nothing left but the blues.

When Love is departing, nothing left but the blues.