Max: You said "goodbye",
Sorrow has crept in,
And there is nothing to breath in the apartment.
Lump [in the throat], and vodka with ice
Knife across the throat,
Cigarette ends fume into mind (doesn't make sense)
Sveta: I'm off my trolley
A battle without a chance to win
But I'm not blind, you hear me?
I was looking into [your?] eyes,
Behind them [eyes] was a tear
And it caught my fancy so much
The end, the moment is lost,
Accent is put
On every printed page.
I'm tired of repeating,
Starting from scratch,
I feel lonely at night again.
Sveta: Why [asking] me not seriously
A stupid question?
Maybe [I? you?] didn't have enough power.
Max: I've unbosomed myself
And I shouldn't have done a bad turn
In response for a point in the past.
Max: I go back in my thoughts
I warm my memory with current
Everything I could not say
Poisons my heart
Sveta: Somebody disturbed the night
He will smile when he disappears
I don't know how can I help
Yet my heart beats