Золотое пятно [Zolotoe pyatno] [English translation]

Let's love each other today,

We'll be shot dead tomorrow.

Do not try to determine why,

Do not try to grasp what it's for.

We will slip on the night dew in May,

And on slippery shadows in motion,

That cast a distressing sign

On golden stigma of yore.

Stand in the tall doorway arch,

Like a copper sculpture at ease,

Like ancient brass crucifix, please

Stand in the tall doorway arch...

I used to be king in the past,

And you're the queen of my kingdom,

But shadow fell on a string,

And the string's failed at the core.

And we've got nothing at last

From holy place and its wisdom,

But for the last love of king

And golden stigma of yore.

Stand in the tall doorway arch,

Like a copper sculpture at ease,

Like ancient brass crucifix, please

Stand in the tall doorway arch...