Make me a steambath and let out the smoke,
I need a world without smoke.
I’ll pass out, I’ll go out of my mind,
The steam will loosen my tongue.

Make me a steambath, lady,
I’ll roast myself, I will.
On the very top bench,
I’ll burn out the doubt in myself.

I’ll get obscenely mellow,
A mug of cold water-and everything is in the past.
And the tattoo on my left breast,
From the days of the cult of personality, will glow blue.

Make me a steambath and let out the smoke,
I need a world without smoke.
I’ll pass out, I’ll go out of my mind,
The steam will loosen my tongue.

So many truths and forests have fallen!
There’s been so much grief, so many roads!
And on my left breast-Stalin’s profile,
On my right-Marinka en face.

 
 
 
 

Make me a steambath and let out the smoke,
I need a world without smoke.
I’ll pass out, I’ll go out of my mind,
The steam will loosen my tongue.

I remember how early one morning
I just managed to yell to my brother, Give me a hand!
And two pretty bodyguards
Carried me out of Siberia into Siberia.

And then, in quarry, in swamp,
Choking on tears and the dust of the mines,
We tattooed that profile over our hearts
So that He would hear how they were being torn to pieces

Don’t end my smokeless steambath,
I need a world without smoke.
I’ll pass out, I’ll go out of my mind.
The steam will loosen my tongue.

Ay, you’re shivering! Getting sick listening?
The steam has driven things out of my head.
Out of the cold fog of the past
I plunge into the hot fog.

Thoughts start beating in my skull.
It turns out that I branded myself with Him for nothing!
So I beat myself with a birch branch
On the legacy of these gloomy times.

Make me a steambath and let out the smoke,
I need a world without smoke.
I’ll pass out, I’ll go out of my mind,
The steam will loosen my tongue.