Fifteen naked women (BG/George – A.Gunitsky)
What good is to be yourself,
Not knowing shame,
When fifteen peasant women
Frolic by the pond;
Naked trains,
Empty cities,
Into decline forever.
What good is to be by you,
Shameless star,
When fifteen peasant women
Will tear along to nowhere;
Another's beard,
Scorched water,
That came, alas,
Into decline forever.
What good is to be in you,
Scorched water,
When fifteen peasant women
Will return forever;
Another's beard,
Fierce horde,
That came, alas;
That came, alas.
What good is just to be,
Fierce horde,
And peasant women by the pond
Know no shame;
Empty trains,
Naked cities,
That have come, alas,
Into decline forever.
What good is to be yourself,
Not knowing shame,
When fifteen peasant women
Frolic by the pond;
Naked trains,
Empty cities,
Into decline forever.
What good is to be by you,
Shameless star,
When fifteen peasant women
Will tear along to nowhere;
Another's beard,
Scorched water,
That came, alas,
Into decline forever.
What good is to be in you,
Scorched water,
When fifteen peasant women
Will return forever;
Another's beard,
Fierce horde,
That came, alas;
That came, alas.
What good is just to be,
Fierce horde,
And peasant women by the pond
Know no shame;
Empty trains,
Naked cities,
That have come, alas,
Into decline forever.