Translated from Russian
I will take you to the room with roses
Red, scarlet, white and tea-colored
We will mix this scanty life with dreams
We are the fellow travelers

I do not care that faces are not happy
Petrified with passion that is gone
We are the souls carried to hell
No longer feeling pain or love

I would have cried with bitter tears
Of hopelessness and impossibility
But the room of roses has intoxicated
My senses with the smell of captivating godlessness

Who am I to you? An episode from the prophecy,
A stranger gone tomorrow?
So, take me in your arms and cry with me if you feel like
I am as crazy with love as you are…

Ideal partner age: 25-35
I would like you to be
The only boundary for my dreams,
I would like to be the first and last page
In the book you read.

I would like to steal
At least a half of your troubles and worries
I would like you to suddenly realize
That you are happy because of me

I would like to never leave you indifferent
To be strong and remain weak
I would like to call you my love –
Otherwise how can I live!

I would like to be music
You cannot live an hour without.
I would like to be able
To reach out to your heart without words.

I would like our road, no matter how steep
To lead us through the garden, not wilderness.
I would like love and effort
To stay lifelong by our side.

My love, where are you, answer me.
Come to me and comfort me
Press your prickly beard
Against my chest now
Say the tender words
And cover me, make me warm.
Do not care what other say
Just stay with me for awhile, I am asking you!