Вона [Vona] [English translation]

not today for sure tomorrow

friends will share the joy and sorrow

that's the time to drink some wine and chill

some will bring white-petaled asters

life is more than charms to master

yes the life is beautiful and real

and she will

and she will

be sitting sad and still

won’t get drunk

from cheap wine drinking

making sense of what is real

I will sing for her and crystals

shall vibrate not knowing how

with my voice in silent distance

overcome this sadness now

so it happened God knows where

I love her free flowing hair

I love her thin lips and know them well

soon enough the leaves will fall and

we’ll disperse while cities calling

with the voice so Russified like hell

so she will

so she will

be sitting sad and still

won’t get drunk

from cheap wine drinking

making sense of what is real

oh my little girl with sad eyes

oh my golden fate and rest

I continue with my screaming

for the night is bare and vast