Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I were paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time that I think about you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I would be homeless by the highway
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I would be the poorest of people
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I were paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time that I think about you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I would be homeless by the highway
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I would be the poorest of people
Gde ti, kogda ti ne onlain, kogda ya zhdu tebya v seti?
Where are you, when you’re not online, when I wait for you in the net?
V kakie ssilki pereiti, chtob prosto okazat’sya tam?
Which links to go to, to just end up there?
O chyom ti dumaesh’ seichas? Davai sredi beryoz gustikh
What are you thinking about now? Let’s go among the thick birches
Chitat’ lyubimii tvoi rasskaz stranichku ya, stranichku ti
To read your favorite story, a page for me, a page for you
Ili v gosti i prosto chayu, i serdtsami WhatsApp zakidan
Or to visit and just have tea, and hearts thrown in WhatsApp
No ya snova ne otvechayu. Ya inkognito inko-gnida
But I again don’t reply. I’m incognito, incogni-d*ck
No esli b mne platili, milii, kazhdii raz, kogda vzglyad tvoi dimnii
But if I were paid, babe, every time that your smoky gaze
Mne mereshchitsya gde-to mimo, kazhdii raz, kogda snish’sya ti mne
I see somewhere passing by, every time that I dream of you
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I were paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time that I think about you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I would be homeless by the highway
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I would be the poorest of people
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I were paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time that I think about you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I would be homeless by the highway
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I would be the poorest of people
Staraya konforka pleshchet nam, na dvoikh odna zavarka
The old burner splashes for us, one brew for two
Za oknom temno, v okne treshchina, lampochka-luna nad parkom
It’s dark outside, there’s a crack in the window, the light bulb-moon over the park
Ya opyat’ kruchu na pal’tse pryad’, pakhnu, kak mamini dukhi
I’m again spinning a strand on my finger, smelling like mom’s perfume
Ti khochesh’ menya snyat’-snyat’-snyat’, a ya khochu pisat’ stikhi-stikhi
You want to take me off-take me off-take me off, and I want to write poems-poems
Uezzhai, chai ne dopivai. Sneg ili dozhd’ tam ukhodi
Leave, don’t finish the tea. Snow or rain, just go
Pust’ khot’ vsego peremorosit, pust’ khot’ tornado unesyot vdal’
Let everything freeze over, let a tornado carry away
Mozhet, est’ eshchyo tvoi tramvai? Mozhet, net? Vsyo ravno idi
Maybe your tram is still there? Maybe not? Still, go
Tam promozglii sedoi fevral’ on teper’, kak i ti, odin
There’s a damp gray February, now it’s alone, just like you
I tebya ne zhal’, ne zhal’, ne zhal’. Khot’ v slou-mo v dime sigaret
And I don’t feel sorry for you, don’t feel sorry, don’t feel sorry. Even in slow-mo in the smoke of cigarettes
Dazhe v minore i pod royal’, dazhe pod grustnuyu skripku net
Even in minor and under the piano, even under a sad violin, no
Yesli b ti ne lyubil stikhi, prevratilas’ bi v zvonkii yamb
If you didn’t love poems, I would turn into a ringing iamb
Yesli b bil narkotoyu ti, fitonyashkoi bi stala ya
If you were a drug, I would become a fitness babe
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I were paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time that I think about you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I would be homeless by the highway
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I would be the poorest of people
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I were paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time that I think about you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I would be homeless by the highway
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I would be the poorest of people