Kostroma mon amour (BG)
I don't need the win, no need the crown;
I don't need lips of the witch, to reach the end.
I would like the spring sweetness and life without lies:
Oh, Samara, my sister...
How in the paradise garden are walking evil herds;
Oh, the treason-ambush, and holy water...
Backhand along the heart, by light swan into blood,
And under the hill – Pokrov...
The sun beats into dark clouds above my head.
And over the river screams the bird, awaits its cute boyfriend –
And here the white walls and hoary yearning.
Why I'm drunk as an archangel with a cardboard tube;
As on a black – so I'm clean, as on a white – speckled;
And from above is flying the pilot, impartial and glum...
Oh, Samara, my sister;
Kostroma mon amour...
I would lived to myself soberly, I would lived leisurely –
But living soul wants freedom;
With the crew to the prow – to disperse this ennui...
Kostroma mon amour...
I don't need the reward, no need the crown;
I would like a carved wicket, a lacy abat-jour...
Kostroma mon amour...
I don't need the win, no need the crown;
I don't need lips of the witch, to reach the end.
I would like the spring sweetness and life without lies:
Oh, Samara, my sister...
How in the paradise garden are walking evil herds;
Oh, the treason-ambush, and holy water...
Backhand along the heart, by light swan into blood,
And under the hill – Pokrov...
The sun beats into dark clouds above my head.
And over the river screams the bird, awaits its cute boyfriend –
And here the white walls and hoary yearning.
Why I'm drunk as an archangel with a cardboard tube;
As on a black – so I'm clean, as on a white – speckled;
And from above is flying the pilot, impartial and glum...
Oh, Samara, my sister;
Kostroma mon amour...
I would lived to myself soberly, I would lived leisurely –
But living soul wants freedom;
With the crew to the prow – to disperse this ennui...
Kostroma mon amour...
I don't need the reward, no need the crown;
I would like a carved wicket, a lacy abat-jour...
Kostroma mon amour...