I am singing in our native town,
every day having pauses few.
You will come and nearby sit down,
I’ll compose music just to you.

I’ll compose music to your eyes,
I’ll compose music to your face,
I’ll compose music to replies
which I’ll never into your heart place.

Dance right now to my own music free,
I don’t care how I’m my life to spare.
You are dancing to my music free,
I don’t care, I don’t care.

You will leave, with someone you’ll leave,
I’ll regard you as if without pain,
and the rain lonely tunes will weave,
I’ll compose music to the rain.

Dance right now to my own music free,
I don’t care how I’m my life to spare.
You are dancing to my music free,
I don’t care, I don’t care.

I’ll compose music to our fates,
for to feel warmer in the chill,
I’ll compose music to your traits,
as I’m recollecting you, I will.

We have found different stars at all,
although music is the same, you see,
so if I in my lifetime fall,
music will intently compose me.

My English version of a famous song by Raimonds Pauls, mostly performed with the Russian lyrics by Andrey Voznesensky.
Моя английская версия "Подберу музыку" Андрея Вознесенского, ставшая известной песней Раймонда Паулса.

Basil Bucolic