Вечером на лавочке [Vetsheram na Labotshke] [English translation]

In the evening, on a bench, a couple sits,

The sound of an accordion is heard, the whole village sleeps.

"Van' - what are you thinking about?" "Man', what about you?"

Oh, you have such dirty thoughts!

How I'd like to make a move,

Eugh, I'm so God damn scared,

I've never been with a girl, after all.

If I let my hands do what they like,

I'll suddenly get it handed to me,

Eugh, to hell with this girl.

Eugh, I've run into this kid,

The loser sits like a tree-stump,

And he won't put his arms round my shoulders.

I'll need to drop some kind of hint,

Maybe sniffle a bit,

I've frozen, full of myself, and, you see, he'll know...

At this point, we understood each other without words,

After all, our love is so pure.

To hell with words, we'll understand

what we're thinking about together tonight.

So I took her by the shoulders,

already stinking of fear,

I had to move things forward.

I could kiss her,

And she'd smack me in the face,

Suddenly, it seems she still hasn't been with a man.

So we'll just sit here like this,

And look up at the stars,

If only he'd just peck me on the cheek, idiot.

I'll need to tilt my head,

Purse my lips,

Basically drop a hint, and, you see, he'll know...

At this point, we understood each other without words,

After all, our love is so pure.

To hell with words, we'll understand

what we're thinking about together tonight.

So I kissed her,

True, it almost killed me,

But what to do with her next is the question.

I should probably undress her,

Then, even, push my way in,

But for that I could get it right in the nose.

Why are you still sitting, idiot,

Not summoning up the courage,

Not undoing my bra from behind.

I'll need to drop some kind of hint,

So he'll lie with me

And thrust my legs up, and, you see, he'll know...

At this point, we understood each other without words,

After all, our love is so pure.

To hell with words, we'll understand

what we're thinking about together tonight.