You leave the black away, rose gardens,
let luxuriance flourish there.
Let me leave the streets, stony, wide
because twilight considers them holy and lovely.
How dear, Maardu, the ridges of your roofs are,
and the girls, their hair is like a glowing scarecrow.
The beauty of your maidens is hidden by worry,
when I miss you back, Maardu my love, Maardu my scar.
Now on the street there was my bicycle sliding,
and on the sidewalk a painted mouth of a girl.
And the lights were flashing and the nickel was shining,
there I was eating on the boulevard, trees on the glass.
my love, Maardu my love.
Do you rock loudly, your voice in my ears
brings a fiery gust of wind from the dark east.
With another storm the red-headed chieftain is infected,
like a cow on a motorcycle from the dark east.
Where my love falls, around the fog and statues,
I race in the wind, icy and rough.
I bury myself in leather jackets statues,
in your winds they live, Maardu my love, Maardu my love.
When I left there, it's been many days,
and maybe I won't go back there.
The flowers don't bloom there, but many girls
are more beautiful than you see Miss Estonia.
It's boring there, where the luxury cars drive,
he who has felt the vastness once.
I love girls, wild, naked,
your deep twilight, Maardu my love, Maardu my love.