Песни-переводы с русского

So hazy, the smoke filled the room and the mirror is lazy

You can't see yourself or a face right in front

And fancy, the couples that twirled all the night tired of dancing

Yet I have to sing, have to finish the song

The melody's finished, the rest is jaded

The colors of fire in the wine are faded

The words I could say are no longer mine

I'd better just finish the glass of wine

All winter, the eyes of the sun never peek through the clouds

And frost overtakes every bit of my soul

It's pointless to wait for the ice to melt down

When even sweet memories can't beat the cold

The melody's finished, the rest is jaded

The colors of fire in the wine are faded

The words I could say are no longer mine

I'd better just finish the glass of wine

Band's playing, distractedly skipping and stumbling

I've looked for the end of the circle too long

I'll break it, yet I'll keep the cool and be smiling

Yet I have to sing, have to finish the song

The melody's finished, the rest is jaded

The colors of fire in the wine are faded

The mirror's indifference gives a sign

I'd better just finish the glass of wine

Or maybe just shatter this glass of mine?

(joint translation with Anna Mirny)

It rains again, and summer’s melting

As if it never were, it seems

In an empty park a flutist’s playing

And no one's listening to him

He's all alone, like in a meadow,

With flowers wet from morning dew

He's played so longingly and sadly

For how long, nobody knew

In a worn-out coat, an old flutist plays

A gentle flute he’s holding in his hands

Day’s already gone, shortly life will go

Like all leaves in autumn have to fall

Heaven is getting close and near

The flute is quiet, almost mute

“Good bye, forget,” you barely hear15

“I will forgive,” whispers the flute

One must be lonelier than ever

One must drink sorrow to the end

To come to gates that shut forever

And to stretch out a hopeful hand

In a worn-out coat, an old flutist plays

A gentle flute he’s holding in his hands

Day’s already gone, and so life will go

Like all leaves in autumn have to fall

Let me be direct and candid

Here with thee:

All is phantom, sherry-brandy,

Ma chérie.

Where the beautiful was shaping

The Greek mind,

Through black holes the shame is gaping

Onto mine.

While the Greeks wrenched out Helen

And escaped,

I was left in daily hell in

Sorry state.

And my lips are only kissing

Empty space,

Middle finger’s snake is hissing

At my face.

Why or where, au contraire –

All the same;

Angel Mary, drink you sherry

Wine in vain.

Let me be direct and candid

Here with thee:

All is phantom, sherry-brandy,

Ma chérie.