Текст песни Вероника Долина - То призрачное, то прозрачное

That ghostly, then transparent,
Dacha adolescence rolled
But where green dreams flew
Hot coals stick out.

Let's share my community
For buffoonery and childishness:
Bell or cap,
Baby or fool?

Here I am, stooped, grimy,
Not ripe with peers,
Like a young gopher, black-eyed,
Like an old donkey turned gray.

Let's count my farmwork
For mischief and foolishness:
A tub of poems, a tub of linen -
The dashing line is mine.

And life goes on, mushroom, summer cottage,
Now the cellar, now the attic,
Flowing, milk, jelly,
Like an old lullaby.

Let's count my vigor
For pampering and eccentricity:
A bundle of firewood is burning in the fire,
A bundle of words burns in me.