Cuckoo - Кукушка Виктор Цой, Би-2, Гагарина

How many songs are not written yet? How many?
Please, tell me, cuckoo, with song
Should I choose the city or the settlements?
Burn like a star or lie like a silent stone? A stone?

My lovely sun, look on to me
My powerless palm turned into fist
And if you have power - simply release
Like this!

Who will follow trail of the lonely one
Strongest and the bravest are laying dead in field of glory, of war
Only few remained with bright memory
Clear and sober mind, having steady hands to serve, to serve...

My lovely sun, look on to me
My powerless palm turned into fist
And if you have power - simply release
Like this!

Where are you now, our own free will?
Who is there with you meeting gentle dawn now? Tell me!
It was good with you, but awful otherwise
Head on shoulders stands, patient went under whip, the whip

My lovely sun, look on to me
My powerless palm turned into fist
And if you have power - simply release
Like this!
My lovely sun, look on to me
My powerless palm turned into fist
And if you have power - simply release
Like this!