вечера [vechera] [English translation]

I remember those evenings,

Together, we lived in the Khrushchyovka.

You're tired of my words,

My life's now going well for me.

The electricity all off,

Everyone forgetting about me and you.

I lit all the last candles,

Like that all our love faded away.

In the Khrushchyovka we [were] together and drank coffee, [us] close.

And all I see: moth and cigarette smoke,

Tarnished flowers, where there's the scent of you.

You left them to me.

You left them to me.

I remember those evenings,

Together, we lived in the Khrushchyovka.

You're tired of my words,

My life's now going well for me.

The electricity was all off,

Everyone forgot about me and you.

I lit all the last candles,

Like that all our love faded away.