Я обещаю [Ya obeshchayu] [English translation]

Love is my bitter sweet berry,

Kisses melt furtively on my lips.

I know the sweet taste of those words,

I'll believe it - this is love.

And no one knows

And no one's expecting anything

It's just the way it is, plop plop, tears.

And no one promises

To be happy - this is love,

But I only do promise.

There are tear-roses on the grass where barefooted,

Proud and lonely winds will start to sing.

And you'll know the sweet taste of those words,

You'll believe it - this is love.