Забытые ботинки [Zabytyye botinki] [English translation]

I will enter your bedroom being a tired traveler,

Without invitation, clandestinely, with no words.

I'll sit quietly on the sofa beside you

And wish you unusual, sweet dreams.

I'll light a candle, but I won't wake you,

I'll stare at you with eyes glued.

And this moment will give me strength, will heal my wounds,

And will be able to warm my heart.

A long way calls for me, but I can't leave,

I return again, I keep your image in the heart.

And at midnight I will go down the moonlit road,

Having bid farewell to my beloved

Sorrow, leave me, you are goofy and dull,

You are no friend for my bright memories.

When you wake up, you'll find my shoes

That I accidentally left in your house.

"What did he wear?" you will ask yourself quietly,

What did I wear? I don't know myself!

A long way calls for me, but I can't leave,

I return again, I keep your image in the heart.

My bare feet will bring me back.

No other way - frostbitten are my toes!

I don't like being obtrusive,

I'll take my shoes and leave at once.

And again I walk thoughtfully along the moonlit road,

And your house is behind me again.

My shoes are on, but my feet are freezing again...

I forgot my pants... Oh, no... Oh, my God!

A long way calls for me, but I can't leave,

I return again, I keep your image in the heart.