Ayvazovsky of subsoil waters,
Lobachevsky of the night sky,
You're drilling the heaven arch
And the rocks on the ground.

Don Quixot of orchestra pits,
Motor infantry company Hamlet ,
You read the Charter to the friends,
But they hasten to leave.

I don't need your phone number,
I want to forget your address,
I just want to sing my song today
Just to feel little easier.

Edison of erogenous zones,
Lomonosov of intimate life,
You could make all of them happy  ,
But you care no more.

I don't need your phone number,
I 'd like to forget your address,
I just want to sing my song today
Just to feel little easier.

The inhabitant of a wood track
Waiting for a South wind,
In spring your Pegasus waves
a new par of wings.

Six Names instead of a compass,
The Sixth Feeling instead of a map;
Thus the Chiefs of Nomads
Twist an axis of times down the Steppe.

I don't need your telex number,
I want to forget your phone number,
I just want to sing my song today
Just to feel little easier.

I don't need your fax number,
I've forgotten your phone number,
I just  want to sing my song today
Just to feel little easier.

I just  want to sing my song today
Just to feel little easier.
I just  want to sing my song today
Just to feel little easier.

Just to feel .. little easier.
Just to feel .. little easier.
Just to feel .. little easier.

little easier
little easier
easier,.. easier...

Arkady Semenov, 1986