Ей везет [Ey Vezet] [English translation]

She's got luck for wounded birds,

Those, that fall down from the sky,

For plenty of passersby's faces

And for feeling of the rain and snow.

She's got luck for fire and ice,

She's got luck for mornings and evenings.

It suits her, the way she walks -

As if catching wind with her lips.

And all around, look, all around

The city summer is buzzing.

If only, if only it could happen -

But that turn of events

Is impossible, unimaginable -

Too sad, foolish, absurd...

Here I am on the roof with her.

Letting out a robin into the sky.

She's got luck for July's heat

And for twilight of a cherry colour

It suits her to be almost tamed

But me - only to be a third wheel

She's got luck for that kiss

In the silence of deserted rooms

I love her - I don't love her,

I forgot about her - I remember her...

And all around, look, all around

The city summer is buzzing.

If only, if only it could happen -

But that turn of events

Is impossible, unimaginable -

Too sad, foolish, absurd...

Here I am flying through the sky with her,

We're flying after the robin into the blue...