TATITERA — Заметался пожар голубой

A blue flame has begun to whirl, Homeland's distant shores forgot. For the first time I have sung of love, For the first time I renounce a brawl.

I was all — like an abandoned garden, I was prone to women and to witchcraft. I grew weary of drinking and of dancing And of throwing my life away recklessly.

If I could only look at you, See the golden-brown abyss of your eye, And that you, despising what is past, Could not go away to someone else.

A gentle step, a lithe figure — If only you knew, with your stubborn heart, How a rowdy knows how to love, How he knows how to be submissive.

I would forever forget the taverns And would give up writing verses, If only I could lightly touch your hand And your hair the color of autumn.

I would go after you forever, Whether to my own or to alien shores… For the first time I have sung of love, For the first time I renounce a brawl.