Рожеві Діви [Rozhevi Divy] [English translation]

The seventeenth night of that autumn

Had killed all my heart's principles

Had picked up my tired legs from the ground

And to her, to her like magnets

But her love is "she and she"

Two Venuses with the pink marks

And tied like one and one

With the threads, with the threads of the warm body

The seventeenth rain of that street

Had washed off all my soul's rules

I'd stolen her, all've happend

And she established traps in vain

I'll show her, where the love is blooming

How they've been creating a new life for centuries

But this true covers me again

Not mine, not mine, she's not mine

Plus doesn't believe in minus

Opposite - not the law

Where the pink virgins

Lick the sugar of delight

It floods the halls

With the wild honey and the vine

Where the pink virgins

Lick the sugar...

The seventeenth page of that novel

Had left white-white, untouched

Just with the drops of my conscience

And with the snow of illusions engulfed

Plus doesn't believe in minus

Opposite - not the law

Where the pink virgins

Lick the sugar of delight

It floods the halls

With the wild honey and the vine

Where the pink virgins

Lick the sugar...