—- àâòîðñêèé ïåðåâîä —-
The life is beautiful, indeed,
when no life is left to waste.
Streetcar is cursed by the rain
you are a secret by the window.
I know how catch the fame,
it was a chance in many ways.
Yes, I will seek you on the seas,
between the mountains and trees,
when stubborn life will stray aside.
I will forget, will never mind.
The distant city lies in lights
its avenues are straight and wide.
My time will stop, but I will rush
and I’ll get into the slush.
Sunflowers will follow sun,
and they will try enjoy the fun,
but I’ll watch and never get.
And it will hurt, it will upset.
I’ll revolt and will be sad.
And I’ll sin and I will laugh
And I will fight, I will be tough.
I will be soft and beaten up.
And as a beggar’s craft and alms,
I will be a midget in your palms,
if I decide to stop the game
and fly away with cries of cranes.
Yes, life is beautiful, indeed,
it’s no need for words and deeds.
Rain stopped - no more rails,
no more trams, no more trails.
Sometimes on sultry summer nights
I see your dreams, they change my life.
27.4.2020