She will go to the US, he'll go to Bonn,
I'll tell them silently, "Goodbye."
Everyone is leaving for the West, it's a traveling season,
And even the Sun hurries there every day.
The Sun is leaving for the West, and those
Who don't know that everything in this life has a source
Are running away together with the Sin.
The Sun is going to the West, but in order to be born again
It hurries to the East.
Every new day erases
Addresses of my Moscow friends
In my old notebook.
And the phone isn't laughing into the new year any more
With a night company (group of people who are partying in the evening together and calling their friends),
And I hear strangers' voices in the receiver.
The Sun is leaving for the West, and those
Who don't know that everything in this life has a source
Are running away together with the Sin.
The Sun is going to the West, but in order to be born again
It hurries to the East.
She broke down in the US, he disappeared from Bonn,
I knew this parting with them forever.
Emigrants have a sad fate,
And those who'll stay here (i.e. in Russia)
Will see the new sun rising
And the new century being born.
The one who'll endure here will understand
That he is a Man.
The Sun is leaving for the West, and those
Who don't know that everything in this life has a source
Are running away together with the Sin.
The Sun is going to the West, but in order to be born again
It hurries to the East.