что мне горе [Shto Mne Gore] [English translation]

Never mind, I'll obey till the end of time,

For no one can escape from the fate.

And who needs listless fate? That would be a crime.

Eh, there's no love, but you'll live either way.

Eh, grief? Don't bother!

For I gather

I must scoop out sea of life.

Heart, be quiet...

Higher, higher

Silver cups of sweet red wine!

Let the tireless guitar sing without shame,

Let the string after string weep and knell.

My brain's stupefied, your drunken eyes're to blame,

And your tune and your laughter's dark spell.

Eh, grief? Don't bother!

For I gather

I must scoop out sea of life.

Heart, be quiet...

Higher, higher

Silver cups of sweet red wine!

Heart, be quiet...

Higher, higher

Silver cups of sweet red wine!