Вона [Vona] [English translation]

Tomorrow will come into the room

A few of your friends

You will drink some cold wine

Someone will bring white asters

Some will say -- life is beautiful

Yes, life is beautiful, but she...

But she, but she will sit all sad

Will drink -- not get drunk from cheap wine

I will sing for her, and even the crystal will chime

But will the voice be able to overcome this sadness

So it happens in this world --

I love her hair,

I love her thin lips

But soon autumn will come

We will all run away

To the russified cities

Only she, only she will sit all sad

Will drink -- not get drunk from cheap wine.

My sad little girl, my golden destiny,

I continue to shout... the night is endless and empty.