Поплачь о нем [Poplach' o nem] [English translation]

Why do you want to know when he goes out (passes away)

Why do you want to know what about does he sing

Why do you want to know (things) he doesn’t know himself

Why do you want to know what he asked about?

Why do you want to know who he loved?

Why do you want to know what is he silent about?

Why do you wonder what his songs about?

Why do you wonder what did he ask?

Who do you have to know why he is dumb?

Люби его, таким, какой он есть.

Do love him as in fact he is

There is a house with a chimney on a child’s drawing

Fidel is waiving Michael* with his hand

We can’t get use to live without war

A commercial cosmic flight for hard currency

The crowd in the night – a religious procession

She, yet, is seeing herself as a widow

Fidel’s waiving Michal, it’s so neat

Space exploration - commercial flight

She sees herself as a widow, a natural course

You’ve sot some words for him

Maybe you even love him (worded with a little irony)

You are waiting for the (right) moment to give him all

Sure, you’ve got something like love

The cold marble, your flowers

Everything go down, a clod in the throat

Эти морщины так портят твоё лицо.

Everything down, clod in the throat

Peaseful morning, smog over the city

The green leaves**, Encephalitis

It’s good there where we do not present

Encephalitis, green trees around

A keg (big can) of beer, why water?

Artificial protein

Why people?

Today you are dead, tomorrow – poet

Why all these people?

You die today, than poet tomorrow you’ll be

Here PoEt has a Russian stress