Туман Над Янцзы [Tuman nad yanczy] [English translation]

Fog over Yangtze.

Fog over Yangtze.

Fragrant like fur

Of the celestial fox.

I threw away the compass,

Crashed the clock into dust

And came out to dance

Into the fog over Yangtze.

Fog is thickening

Over the rice field,

Wandering there are a Catholic

And a shaman alike.

The high ones are wandering

And the low ones are wandering,

Hidden they are from each other

In the fog over Yangtze.

And I was just like everyone else,

I drank and worked hard.

Then I read Tao Te Ching

And I felt that's for me;

Burned down my penthouse,

Took a sample from the vine

And came out to dance

In the fog over Yangtze.

Answer me, Nizhnevartovsk,

And Kharkov, answer me,

For how long have you been

Singing in Chinese?

And whose is the fault

That the drunks from Arbat

Are quaffing vodka

From the Tang dynasty bowls?

We're all brothers her now,

We're all family now;

So who of us is you

And who of us is me?

Those who jolly are old,

And those who gloomy are young;

So everyone wants to know:

What actually I'm singing about?

And I'm out here singing,

And everything around me's the God;

I am a self-made Sufi

And a self-made yogin.

In my heart, there's a seal

Of unfading beauty,

And in my head there is

Fog over Yangtze.