Лучшая ночь [Luchshaya noch'] [English translation]

I will repaint the flat in the pink,

There will be the night in the bedroom and the dawn in the kitchen,

I will throw away all the doorlocks.

All will sing on a hand wave.

But when the night in tons lays in the palms,

The wind dances,

I walk towards it on foot

Out of a sleepy house – I will be met

with the millions hundreds houses and the wind.

The city embraces it for shoulders.

I don't know how to tell that it is the best night.

I don't know how to tell that it is the best night with it.

I don't know where the truth is and don't know where a lie is.

I am singing about the sky and it is raining.

I don't remember how many faces I have seen,

There are not enough pages in the book of my life.

But when the night in tons lays in the palms,

The wind dances,

I walk towards it on foot

Out of a sleepy house – I will be met

with the millions hundreds houses and the wind.

The city embraces it for shoulders.

I don't know how to tell that it is the best night.

I don't know how to tell that it is the best night with it.