Михаил Круг — Владимирский Централ

Spring has come again, and rays of warmth Look trustingly into my window. Again my chest will tighten And sadness will creep into my soul, Memory will walk with me.

It will walk, stir things up, and sin together With that girl I loved so long ago, With that girl I left, with that girl I returned, I haven't the strength to forget her.

Vladimir Central, northern wind, Convoy from Tver, evil beyond measure, A heavy burden lies upon my heart. Vladimir Central, northern wind, When I was the banker, life was squandered, But it's not the hole that usually ruins you, It's eleven aces.

There beneath the convict's window the thaw patch is thin, And still you won't last long, my spring. I'm glad that here, at least, there is this much, How much I need your love.

Vladimir Central, northern wind, Convoy from Tver, evil beyond measure, A heavy burden lies upon my heart. Vladimir Central, northern wind, When I was the banker, life was squandered, But it's not the hole that usually ruins you, It's eleven aces.