Восточная песня [Vostochnaya pesnya] [English translation]

Whether warm rains pours, whether snow falls

I am standing at the entrance facing your house

I wait, that you will go, but maybe you will not

Just for me to see you -- Oh, how happy I would be

Strange and funny, our world is made

the heart loves, but does not talk about its love

I live and do not know whether you love me or not

This is better than you confessing and hearing "no" in the answer

and I fear, from hearing "no"

I picked the song -- on the guitar

It is a pity that you do not hear it, because in it:

not hiding a sorrow -- I called you

the most tender and most beautiful, oh, and this is the truth!

In the darkness of the night, I write a poem

Let them repeat that anyone who is nineteen writes

In every line, only dots after the letters "L"

You understand of course, that everything I wanted to say

I wanted to say -- but I failed to

In the darkness of the night, I write a poem

Let them repeat that anyone who is nineteen writes

In every line, only dots after the letters "L"

You understand of course, that everything I wanted to say

But the snow melts -- in the spring always

maybe, to me -- you will say "yes"

But the snow melts -- in the spring always

maybe, to me -- you will say "yes"