V dumakh o devushke iz GTSP KNR
Ogniami kolotit Shankhaj v lob,
Oskolkami razbilis' na chasti serdtsa,
V opere ves' khrustal'nyj svod,
Topit dzhonki liubovnyj snariad.
Snariad liubvi kak igla utonchen,
Iziashchnoj liniej delit nebo,
Aromatom zhimolosti proshchen,
Negasimaia lampada vechnogo sveta.
MehjKhua skazochnoj prelesti sliva,
Zagoniaet vsekh v ugol svoej krasotoj,
Priemy tochny, ni odnogo mimo,
Boevye iskusstva liubvi van suj!
V khrustal'nykh pejzazhakh stolichnykh baodun,
Ia iskal mesto dlia svoikh serdets,
Segodnia razgadal ia tvoi kozni,
Mozhet shagua, a mozhet mudrets.
In Thoughts of a Girl from GTSP KNR
The lights are flashing in Shanghai's head,
Hearts shattered into pieces,
In the opera, the whole crystal dome,
Drowning in love's artillery shell.
The shell of love, like a needle, sinks,
Dividing the sky with an elegant line,
The scent of honeysuckle forgives,
An unquenchable lamp of eternal light.
With the enchanting charm of a fairy tale,
She corners everyone with her beauty,
Every move precise, not a single miss,
The martial arts of love are no joke!
In the crystal landscapes of the capital's nightlife,
I searched for a place for my hearts,
Today I deciphered your skin,
Maybe it’s a dance, or maybe it’s wisdom.