Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

How many songs have we left to sing

Cuckoo, just list them

Out loud

Do I have to bear this suburban stink

Listening

To the muttering crowd

The crowd

Babe look at me what have I become

My open palm turned into a fist

My smoldering fuse craves for a gun

Resist

Who will be left wandering down the lonely path

All the brave and daring perished on the field of battle

Long dead

Just a few remembered now and mourned at last

Even fewer live but now they grumble, grunt, and rattle

Instead

Babe look at me what have I become

My open palm turned into a fist

My smoldering fuse craves for a gun

Resist

Where are you flying now my freest bird

Whom is by your side now watching the bright sun rise

Reply

With you life was easy but without it hurts

Head and neck are slipping mesmerised into the ply

The ply

Babe look at me what have I become

My open palm turned into a fist

My smoldering fuse craves for a gun

Resist