My ancient ancestor is a devout Semitic,
Who came to Russia from the Middle East,
Your eyes are so lazy
And in them a frantic fire burns.
They look at the world through the darkness of centuries
They burn with fire and are full of languor,
They remember fires and pogroms,
And wounds from blows and fetters.
Jewish eyes, what can I tell you,
The sea of salty tears not wept.
Jewish eyes, what can I tell you,
In them, sadness and grief.
Well what can I tell you, sad eyes,
Among thousands of eyes in the crowd, I recognize you.
Burning eyes, hot eyes
The snowflakes on the eyelashes are quietly melting.
My ancient ancestor is a devout Semitic,
Who came to Russia from the Middle East,
Your eyes are so lazy
But in them a fierce fire burns.
The sparkle of these eyes will not extinguish anything,
Neither Babi Yar, nor a gang of black hundreds.
And if you ascend to Calvary,
The sky will resurrect you to life again.
Well what can I tell you, Jewish eyes,
The sea of salty tears not wept.
Well what can I tell you, Jewish eyes,
In them, sadness and grief.
Well what can I tell you, sad eyes,
Among thousands of eyes in the crowd, I recognize you.
Burning eyes, hot eyes
The snowflakes on the eyelashes are quietly melting.
So it seems, so it is remembered -
White snowy city.
And snow. Snow on rooftops
On the streets, on passers-by.
And this woman against the backdrop of a frozen white wall,
Like a wailing wall. Where are you from?
And the snow is falling, falling. And it quietly melts.
On the rooftops, on the streets, on the eyelashes.
And how the tears go away forever
Slowly and quietly go into eternity.
