Самый быстрый самолёт [Samyj bystryj samolyet] [English translation]

We didn't even have time to ladle out everything as we should, and half of life is left astern already,

And one cannot find what's left of it neither with a magnifying glass, nor with a gun.

The quickest plane in the world won't catch up with you,

And what am I to do--I like to be where you are.

It seems so silly to stand just like this and kiss totally out of place;

To fly up as a white dove, but it's dark in the sky;

There's only one thing left to do: to drink wine and feast eyes upon each other,

Had it not been for you, I'd have left long time ago.

Everything one can wish of, everything came true long time ago,

I'd go into a dark forest, but I cannot stray from the path;

Oh, I know why I couldn't sleep last night--

Probably you were somewhere close, but my eyes were blind to see you.

So, I've decided that I should stop horsing a carriage, I should stop chasing the fate,

I should stop racing ships in the open sea in vain:

The quickest plane in the world won't catch up with you,

But when you come, I'll wave a hand at you from the ground.