Bulat Okudzhava

• April Duty, by Tanya Wolfson
  But the nights are really absolutely stunning. / Only mother's restless worrying has grown: / Why must you go wandering, my honey, / On your own...
• April is my duty, by Maya Jouravel
  Look how marvelous it’s getting every hour / But my mother is so sad, I hear her groan, / — How come, you’re out there, my dear, / All alone, ...
• The night duty in april, by Alec Vagapov
  What a wonderful and lovely night we’re having! / But my mother is alarmed and worried strongly. / — Why do you stay out at these hours, darling, ...