In my dreams, Yellow lights (My Gypsy song) - Vladimir Vystosky

Vysotsky is something like the Bob Dylan of Russia. If he hadn’t died young perhaps he could have won a Nobel prize. His poetry and delivery are incredible and almost impossible to replicate. I chose this song because it’s both very deep and relatable (maybe not the alcoholism but the general thread) and completely ridiculous by American standards. It’s impossible to imagine a Bob Dylan song with lyrics like this.

Play the video with subtitles ON.

The tone is unstranslatable, so it’s crucial that you connect the correct part of the song to its particular meaning.