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

And so what, I'll always obey,

You can't escape from your fate in any case.

And what's this indifferent fate do for us?

Eh, there's no love, but you'll live thus even so.

Eh, what's grief to me?

The sea of life

Has to be drunk to the bottom.

Heart, be quiet,

Higher, higher

Raise the glasses of sweet wine!

Let the guitar ring out, the tireless one,

Let each string after string sob,

My brain's intoxicated by your drunken eyes,

The melody of your voice and your fateful laugh.

Eh, what's grief to me?

The sea of life,

Has to be drunk to the bottom.

Heart, be quiet,

Higher, higher

Raise the glasses of sweet wine!

Heart, be quiet,

Higher, higher

Raise the glasses of sweet wine!