Кукушка [Kukushka] [English translation]

How many songs yet to write or sing are there?

Predict, the cuckoo, sing out

Shall I dwell in town or the outskirts,

Lie like a stone or like a star blaze out?

Blaze out

You, Sun of mine, just give me a glare

And see my hand all clenched tight in a fist

And if there is powder, give the fire

Like this....

Who will take up now this abandoned trail?

All the strong and daring

Perished in the fields of fresh green, in fight.

Few are left in unforgetting memory,

In sober mind, or power in hand, lined-up

Lined-up

You, Sun of mine, just give me a glare

And see my hand all clenched tight in a fist

And if there is powder, give the fire

Like this....

Where are you then now, freedom free and bold?

Who are you then with

Cheerful sunrise receiving? Reply.

It’s so good with you but so bad without,

Patient heads and shoulders - for the sure lash they lie

They lie.

You, Sun of mine, just give me a glare

And see my hand all clenched tight in a fist

And if there is powder, give the fire

Like this....