Вона [Vona] [English translation]

Tomorrow you will come into the room.

Some your friends...

You will drink a cold wine.

Someone will bring white asters,

Someone will say:”The life is beautiful.”

The life is beautiful and she...

And she will sit sad,

She will drink and not get drunk from a cheap wine.

I am singing for her that even the crystal is ringing

But will the voice be able to overcome this sadness?

It happened in the world -

I love her hair,

I love her thin lips.

But soon the autumn will come,

We will run away

To Russian cities.

Only she, only she will sit sad,

She will drink and not get drunk from a cheap wine.

My sad girl, my golden destiny.

I continue screaming...The night is serene and empty.