A bottle of wine broke into a stone.
And sweet moisture absorbed black earth.
What should I do with your hands?
Where can I get another bottle?

Forgive me for the hot and dull speech,
Forgive the turns beginning with “e”.
You didn’t just break the bottle.
With a bottle you broke my heart.

The planes fly, the vessels sail.
Trains are on the usual route.
And there will be more ports,
Happiness will never be again.

Let the Oreol of Romanticism disappear.
Let us no longer sing,
I will never forget a bottle of wine.
Spring and your hollow hands.