Prazdnichnaya pesn’ Images Of broken light Which dance before me like a million eyes, They call me on and on across the universe, Baby's in black and I'm feeling blue, tell me, oh what can I do? Let me hear your balalaikas ringing out, сome and keep your comrade warm. Dragged a comb across my head found my way downstairs and drank a cup, And looking up I noticed I was late.