Булат Окуджава и Галина Хомчик Виноградную косточку в тёплую землю зарою..

I shall bury a grape stone in the warm
fertile soil by my house,
and I'll kiss the vine twig and gather sweet grapes, my reward,
and I'll call all my friends to the feast, and love in my heart I will rouse...
Otherwise, what's the purpose of living in this lasting world?

Dear guests, come to table, I extend you my kind invitation,
tell me straight in my face the opinion of me that you hold,
God almighty will send me forgiveness for my transgression.
Otherwise, what's the purpose of living in this lasting world?

Dressed in purple, my charming Dali for me will be singing,
dressed in black, I'll sit bending my head without saying a word,
I'll be listening enchanted and I'll die from deep love and sad feeling...
Otherwise, what's the purpose of living in this lasting world?

When the sunset starts swirling and searching the corners around,
May the images float, as if real, again, may them swirl
right in front of my eyes: a blue ox, a white eagle, a trout...
Otherwise, what's the purpose of living at all in this world?