VIKTOR TSOI, ПЕЧАЛЬ
In a cold northern land
There’s a city of lights.
It’s so big and so bright,
Full of fast noisy cars.
Night has put off the lights
And has lit a full moon -
On her pale face she’s got
A red droplet of blood.
I can see far way
From my sweet little home.
So, who knows where my blues
Are from?
What I have is enough,
No regrets and no doubts.
So, who knows what my blues
Are about?
It's a real delight -
A Cimmerian night!
It's as dark as can be -
A celestial bliss!
All are crying «Hurrah!»,
All are running right on,
While somewhere far away
There’s a new breaking dawn.
I can see far way
From my sweet little home.
So, who knows where my blues
Are from?
What I have is enough,
No regrets and no doubts.
So, who knows what my blues
Are about?