Песни вычерпывающих людей [Pesni vycherpyvajushchikh ljudej] [English translation]

And when sunrise

Is lighting up the worldly sphere

The air's full of ash

From games these grownup children play

Then you would say: “Friends, hush,

Is that the magic harp I hear?”

Dear, this is just me

I sing the songs of dredging men

There’s book for the eyes

And books that are shaped like a weapon

Open the blinds

And hear the big ideas rave

But if you are young, then you

Fiercely oppose daylight. Alright

It is a big plus

Towards the songs of dredging men

The reasons abound

For aspirations to be lesser

Excess of the warmth at times

Can hurt abundance of the days

I love very much to lie

And looking at the swimming ladies

Softly

To purr to myself

The same old songs of dredging men

It’s nice to be the lumberjack’s spouse, but

It will be the same in the end

I’d offer you to manage my club

My flower, my dear friend

And when sunrise

Is lighting up the worldly sphere

The air's full of ash

From games these grownup children play

Then you would say: “Friends, hush,

Is that the magic harp I hear?”

Dear, this is just me

I sing the songs of dredging men