Стерегущий баржу [Steregushchij barzhu] [English translation]

All the airplanes have two wings,

But I have one wing;

Everybody have a bright horizon before them,

But I'm in the dark;

Guests gathered at the table a long ago,

But I'm still wandering somewhere,

And where I am, it's known only to him

who guards a barge.

Every soul has its sharp needle,

That may cut to the bone;

Some sister waits for me in every port

And wants to save me,

And I descend on the shore as a real stump

Without looking at them,

And he holds a black cloak over me,

he who guards a barge.

I was a knight in the circus,

I was a saint in the movie;

I wanted to become water for you,

But they turned me into wine.

I've read it in a book,

And it's funny to read:

As if this all happened to someone else

Very long time ago...

And he, who guards a barge, is proud as a peacock

And he's not saint at all;

But he, who guards a barge, is beautiful

With unearthly beauty.

And here we're sailing through this life,

Like a rainbow-colored demon, striking into a rib.

But they say that to such people like us,

The Customs gives a permission.