Tamara [English translation]

In front of the Bolshoi theater

I've been waiting for hours

Your white greyhound Berzoj

was barking at the door At minus eight six

Moscow is drifting off to sleep

I'm melting like snow

when you put it on your hand

Tamara, hold me terribly tired

White night wind slaps,

And you no

Tamara has never been sadder

If we were just a little further south

Somewhere down south

And I was terribly cool

I'm not falling in the fore

It is so cold

and sailors with Aurore

Oh, you were more beautiful

and more luxurious than the Neva from the Hermitage museum

I would not Ceko not Žilbor Beko

This would give him the hassle