Вика [Vika] [English translation]

With white snow the blizzard swept away

The long road to you

But the spring came to Moscow once again

And took all the warmth to itself

You'll go away to where the haze

Hides away your sweet glance from me

Just know, I will be waiting for you

Come back soon

And somewhere there's the London rain

Painfully, 'til there's screams, congratulates you

And on every post card

I write with love

Happy Birthday, Vika

Stars look down from the heavens at me

But they can't understand my sorrow

They wouldn't know, that I lost you

So they do not pity me

You're going away - and there's a few words

That I want to say before goodbye

Just know: I will be waiting for you

Come back soon