Русская весна [Russkaya vesna] [English translation]

What is it displayin', your dim windowpane?

Bubbles are blown in by the acrid wind.

There’s a market place; queuing Jills and Janes.

Drunkards hanging 'round; pines that lost their green.

And a Russian spring… and a Russian spring…

What is it displayin', his large windowpane?

Paths are shining bright; custody’s airtight.

Sochi's 'neath the clouds; shrubs are full of guards.

Walls and manse within; look who's climbing in

'Tis a Russian spring… 'tis a Russian spring…

What is it displayin', your small windowpane?

There's a shady pall and a prison wall.

There's a sack of gloom; it has grown a bloom.

Prisoners will cling to this tender thing.

To this Russian spring… to this Russian spring…

What could end the rift, how'd we knock our heads?

How'd we get across the wide spring that spreads?

Stars on epaulettes in the stoves have bled

Melting are the lies, breathing is the linn

Of the Russian spring… of the Russian spring…