Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I got paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time I think of you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I'd be homeless by the highways
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I'd be the poorest of people
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I got paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time I think of you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I'd be homeless by the highways
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I'd be the poorest of people
Gde ti, kogda ti ne onlain, kogda ya zhdu tebya v seti?
Where are you when you're offline, while I wait for you online?
V kakie ssilki pereiti, chtob prosto okazat’sya tam?
What links do I click to just land there?
O chyom ti dumaesh’ seichas? Davai sredi beryoz gustikh
What're you thinking now? Let's meet among the thick birches
Chitat’ lyubimii tvoi rasskaz stranichku ya, stranichku ti
Reading your favorite tale: one page me, one page you
Ili v gosti i prosto chayu, i serdtsami WhatsArr zakidan
Or we visit for simple tea, our WhatsApp bombed with hearts
No ya snova ne otvechayu. Ya inkognito inko-gnida
Yet again I don't reply. I'm incognito, an incog-nit
No yesli b mne platili, milii, kazhdii raz, kogda vzglyad tvoi dimnii
But if I got paid, darling, each time your smoky stare
Mne mereshchitsya gde-to mimo, kazhdii raz, kogda snish’sya ti mne
Flits past me somewhere, every time you appear in my dreams
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I got paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time I think of you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I'd be homeless by the highways
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I'd be the poorest of people
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I got paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time I think of you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I'd be homeless by the highways
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I'd 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
Outside it's dark, the pane has a crack, a bulb-moon over the park
Ya opyat’ kruchu na pal’tse pryad’, pakhnu, kak mamini dukhi
I twirl a lock round my finger again, smelling like Mom's perfume
Ti khochesh’ menya snyat’-snyat’-snyat’, a ya khochu pisat’ stikhi-stikhi
You wanna undress me-me-me, and I wanna write poems-poems
Uezzhai, chai ne dopivai. Sneg ili dozhd’ tam ukhodi
Go, leave your tea unfinished. Snow or rain, just go
Pust’ khot’ vsego peremorosit, pust’ khot’ tornado unesyot vdal’
Let it drizzle over everything, let a tornado carry it far
Mozhet, yest’ yeshchyo tvoi tramvai? Mozhet, net? Vsyo ravno idi
Maybe your tram still runs? Maybe not? Go anyway
Tam promozglii sedoi fevral’ on teper’, kak i ti, odin
A raw, gray February out there, he's lonely now like you
I tebya ne zhal’, ne zhal’, ne zhal’. Khot’ v slou-mo v dime sigaret
And I don't pity you, don't, don't. Even in slow-mo in cigarette smoke
Dazhe v minore i pod royal’, dazhe pod grustnuyu skripku net
Even in minor and under a grand, even to a sad violin, no
Yesli b ti ne lyubil stikhi, prevratilas’ bi v zvonkii yamb
If you didn't love poems, I'd turn into a ringing iamb
Yesli b bil narkotoyu ti, fitonyashkoi bi stala ya
If you were a drug, I'd become a fit chick
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I got paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time I think of you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I'd be homeless by the highways
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I'd be the poorest of people
Yesli b mne platili kazhdii raz
If I got paid every time
Kazhdii raz, kogda ya dumayu o tebe
Every time I think of you
Ya bi bomzhevala vozle trass
I'd be homeless by the highways
Ya bi stala samoi bednoi iz lyudei
I'd be the poorest of people