Шопен [Shopen] [English translation]

Reach out your hand – I’m yours – it’s not allowed, not allowed

Do not look me in the eye like this - it’s not allowed, not allowed

To reminisce of how a hand was lying in a hand - it’s not allowed

The world is not enough for me now, even though peace is in me (or world is in me; peace and world are homonym in Russian)

I want it to be a dream

But I think I’m not sleeping

You’re my illness, I breathe you,

It’s a shame, but I love you

Deceiving myself I was captured

The piano was playing for me all night - Chopin, Chopin

The kiss on my lips is burning with fire

And all music is for him now, about him

I want it to be a dream

But I think I’m not sleeping

You’re my illness, I breathe you,

It’s a shame, but I love you

Reach out your hand – I’m yours – it’s not allowed, not allowed

Do not look me in the eye like this - it’s not allowed, not allowed

The kiss on my lips is burning with fire

And all music is for him now, about him

I want it to be a dream

But I think I’m not sleeping

You’re my illness, I breathe you,

It’s a shame, but I love you