Мой рай [Moy ray] [English translation]

Maybe it's my paradise

To search for his reflection

In the things of black color

And hear may (name of month) in voice

Maybe it's my paradise

In the beams of window light (light from the window)

The sky seems to be so close

When eyes are of the color "Paradise"

And it's good that he doesn' know

About a person like myself

And [it's good] that in my dreams

Vanilla snowflakes are winter

And under the barefoot steps

[there're] snowstorms and ice

Never again he will

Leave my thoughts

And I'm not ashamed to yell

That it is love

In three minutes his words

have burned through my blood

I keep repeating for myself

That everything's ok

But I undersand [that] I need him

still need him

Maybe it's my paradise

to ramble and pick up bouquets (flowers)

to save them (flowers) from the wind

and to lie that those flowers were given to me as a present

Of course, if it was not you

I wound not face the sunrises

of your cold planet

where (on which) the bridges are divided