It’s the last song that Kino finished recording in studio before Victor Tsoy’s death in a car accident. It is on the last Kino’s album titled “The Black Album” (1990).
Red-Yellow Days
Victor Tsoy
My train stayed in the depot for too long.
I leave again. It’s time…
On the doorstep wind waited so much for me.
On the doorstep autumn is my sister.
After the red-yellow days
The winter will begin and will end.
O my woe from my wit,
Don’t be sorrowful, look up with a smile,
And I’ll return home
With a shield or maybe on a shield,
In silver or maybe in poverty,
But as soon as possible.
Tell me about those who are tired
Of merciless street dramas
And about the church built of broken hearts
And about those who walk into this church.
After the red-yellow days
The winter will begin and will end.
O my woe from my wit,
Don’t be sorrowful, look up with a smile,
And I’ll return home
With a shield or maybe on a shield,
In silver or maybe in poverty,
But as soon as possible.
And I dreamt: the world is ruled by love,
And I dreamt: the world is ruled by dream.
And above it all splendidly shines a star,
And I woke up and got it: oh my…
After the red-yellow days
The winter will begin and will end.
O my woe from my wit,
Don’t be sorrowful, look up with a smile,
And I’ll return home
With a shield or maybe on a shield,
In silver or maybe in poverty,
But as soon as possible.
Red-Yellow Days
Victor Tsoy
My train stayed in the depot for too long.
I leave again. It’s time…
On the doorstep wind waited so much for me.
On the doorstep autumn is my sister.
After the red-yellow days
The winter will begin and will end.
O my woe from my wit,
Don’t be sorrowful, look up with a smile,
And I’ll return home
With a shield or maybe on a shield,
In silver or maybe in poverty,
But as soon as possible.
Tell me about those who are tired
Of merciless street dramas
And about the church built of broken hearts
And about those who walk into this church.
After the red-yellow days
The winter will begin and will end.
O my woe from my wit,
Don’t be sorrowful, look up with a smile,
And I’ll return home
With a shield or maybe on a shield,
In silver or maybe in poverty,
But as soon as possible.
And I dreamt: the world is ruled by love,
And I dreamt: the world is ruled by dream.
And above it all splendidly shines a star,
And I woke up and got it: oh my…
After the red-yellow days
The winter will begin and will end.
O my woe from my wit,
Don’t be sorrowful, look up with a smile,
And I’ll return home
With a shield or maybe on a shield,
In silver or maybe in poverty,
But as soon as possible.
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