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.