Небо цвета молока [Nebo Tsveta Moloka] [English translation]

The sky is of the color of milk.

As a ripe apple the Moon

Will fall down on the utmost point of the earth

To be carried like a fruit

On a painted plate of dawn.

The sky is of the color of milk.

And you, silly, are still sleeping.

Thus you’ll never try

The blue milk.

More than strong wine

Is besotting just one

Thought that the bottom

Of the sky of the color of milk

Will never be drained

By all that crowd fuss.

And you, silly, are still sleeping.

And still not aware that the skies

Are just a little dewdrop, a teardrop,

That memorized the colors

Having reflected… your… eyes…