Ópera #1
Nam vsegda chego-to ne khvataet
Nam vsegda chego-to ne khvataet
I toska za serdtse nas khvataet,
Na vetru osennem nas shataet.
Nas chuzhaya radost? napolnyaet,
Nas piry chuzhie raspalyayut
Budto solntsa na lesnoi? polyane
Golovy sblizhaem nad stolami.
YA tebya khmel?nuyu, kak razluku
Obnimu, voz?mu tebya na ruk
YA tebya shal?nuyu, slovno rugan?
Ni vragu ni dam, ni dam ni drugu
Tak so mnoi? sluchaet·sya nechasto,
Podaryu tebe kusochek schast?ya.
Budesh? slovno v oknakh svet kachat?sya,
Motyl?ki na svet tvoi? budut mchat?sya.
Opera #1
Always something missing
Always something missing
And longing for our hearts grabs us,
On the autumn wind we are scattered.
A stranger's joy fills us,
Strangers' feasts ignite us
As if suns in the forest meadow
We bring our heads together over tables.
I'll embrace you tipsy, like parting
I'll hug you, take you by the hand
I'll tease you, like a scolding
I won't give to enemy or friend, neither to foe
So rarely happens with me,
I'll give you a piece of happiness.
You'll be like light dancing in the windows,
Butterflies will flutter to your light.