Сосны на морском берегу [Sosny na morskom beregu] [English translation]

I've grown tired of alien cities,

I've grown tired of breaking through this ice,

I'd like to fall asleep,

but there's no time to sleep.

And again, behind the windows, it is night,

And again, someone is waiting for me,

And again, I'm ready to go,

Again.

But I believe that you

Will say these few words again,

And then I'm ready

To leave my footprint in this snow.

And I know that I

Don't have long left to wait,

until I see, yet again,

pine cones on the seafront.

The side streets are silent,

under our feet lies tired asphalt,

but under these roofs, the city

continues to live,

and may the street-lamps

shine brighter than faraway stars -

the street-lamps will all go out, and the stars

will still shine.

But I believe that you

Will say these few words again,

And then I'm ready

To leave my footprint in this snow.

And I know that I

Don't have long left to wait,

until I see, yet again,

pine cones on the seafront.