I am told, что ты, тая тревогу,
Miss me шибко under lonely moon,
Что ты often ходишь на дорогу
In old-fashioned second-hand шушун.

And you see в вечернем синем мраке
Holy Jesus, same sh*t-oh, Gosh -
That somebody мне в кабацкой драке
Саданул под сердце Finnish нож.

But relax, родная! Успокойся.
This is only тягостная бредь.
I am not a f*cking alcoholic,
Чтоб, тебя не видя, умереть.

I am still такой же очень нежный,
And I dream, my darling, лишь о том,
Чтоб скорее from тоски мятежной
To get back in низенький наш дом.

I'll return, когда раскинет ветви
Our garden - старый белый сад.
But I beg you, mama, на рассвете
Wake me not like восемь лет назад.

Do not wake того, что отмечталось,
Don't excite того, что не сбылось,-
Слишком early losses and усталость
To experience мне привелось.

Don't teach me how to pray. Не надо!
To the old возврата больше нет.
You're my only помощь & отрада.
You're my only несказанный свет.

So forget about your тревога,
Не грусти and I shall come back soon.
Don't go so often to дорога
In old-fashioned second-hand шушун.

I`ve heard say you conceal fear,
that you miss me, that your life is hard,
and along that path, my dear,
that you walk, funny-clad, gazing far.

But when evening showers down its gloom,
you are seeing, you are seeing close,
murky inns... bloody killers loom...
my heart... pierced... and your fear grows.

That`s a trifle, mother! Please stay calm.
You see nightmares dance and play.
I could never cause you such a harm
as to die, without you, far away.

I still miss your gentle, fondling hands,
and I dream every night that I could
leave this anguish, leave these foreign lands,
and return to our home made of wood.

I`ll come back when the day is born
and our orchard whitens in its glow.
Only never wake me at the dawn
as you used to, as you did years ago.

Please don`t rouse what I`ve dreamt away,
let it sleep, let it sleep for ever.
Life too early had managed to slay
all my dreams, all my hopes, all my lovers.

Please don`t teach me how to say my prayer;
what has gone is erased, erased.
You`re my grace, you alone are fair,
you`re my only light in the haze.

So give up, abandon your fear,
stop that longing, soothe your sorry heart,
and along that path, my dear,
walk no more, funny-clad, gazing far.

НЕА!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!