Кончится лето [Konchitsya leto] [English translation]

I'm turning my TV off, I'm writing you a letter,

That I don't have verve to do any better,

That I can't watch this shit any longer,

That I'm becoming a drinking loner, but I do remember you;

That my phone rang, wanted me to get up,

To dress up, to walk up, or better to run up,

But I told him to screw up,

I said that I'm tired, sick and that I stayed up all night.

REFRAIN:

I'm waiting for the reply, no hopes left to try,

This summer is soaring by...

[This....]

And we got lucky with the weather - it rains fourth day straight,

While my radio said that it will be hot, even in the shade.

At least my shady place is dry and warm, but for how long...

And days zoom - it's one day food, three days booze.

Merry times overall, despite the rainfall.

My tape recorder is busted,

I'm sitting in silence, in full compliance.

REFRAIN

I'm staring through the window on the construction site,

And on the restaurant that was closed for a half of decade.

I have a table and a jug with a tulip inside,

This and a mug on a window side.

And so years would pass, and this life would follow,

A buttered toast would take a hundred falls in a row.

But maybe a day will come,

Maybe an hour will follow and our luck will show.

REFRAIN