Новый год я встретила одна.
Я, богатая, была бедна,
Я, крылатая, была проклятой.
Где-то было много - много сжатых
Рук - и много старого вина.
А крылатая была - проклятой!
А единая была - одна!
Как луна - одна, в глазу окна.
I celebrated New Year alone.
I, rich, was poor
I, winged, was damned.
Somewhere there were many - many compressed
Hand - and a lot of old wine.
And the winged one was damned!
And there was one - one!
Like the moon - alone, in the eye of the window.