Танго «Черная каракатица» [Tango "Chernaya Karakatitsa"] [English translation]

Tired Sun's rolling down to setting line,

Just an instant and jazz will blast off,

Tango "Black Cuttlefish" will be playing to

Draw us closer by day's sendoff.

You would cry, you'd be clutching the head of yours

I'd collapse on the sizzling red sand,

Tango "Black Cuttlefish" still remains to us

Our life's bloody juice, all canned.

Again someone moves back to walk away

As he trembles like leaf just torn off,

Tango "Black Cuttlefish" has returned to us

Our dream and the life's takeoff.

No one here can afford to pay up for fun,

Nevermind though, just spit it and grind,

Tango "Black Cuttlefish" won't forgive us all,

Will burn all that we've got inside.

Wind is tearing your wet little dress like hay,

Rain is washing our sorrows away,

Tango "Black Cuttlefish" hasn't stopped to play

Let it whirl us in circles again.

But the Sun's rolling down to setting line,

As it sings sacred songs without faith,

Tango "Black Cuttlefish" hasn't stopped to play,

It won't let us collect ourselves.