The New Year's Eve, I met then all alone.
Being so rich, I was so forlorn,
Like an angel winged, I have been cursed.
Somewhere there, there were so many — hands
Held tight — and a lot of old good wine.
And the winged one still stayed cursed!
And the single one had none!
Like the Moon — being lone in window's eye.
Новый год я встретила одна.
Я, богатая, была бедна,
Я, крылатая, была проклятой.
Где-то было много-много сжатых
Рук — и много старого вина.
А крылатая была — проклятой!
А единая была — одна!
Как луна — одна, в глазу окна.