Соловьиная роща [Solov'inaya roshcha] [English translation]

Somewhere where moon guards a fairytale

Where in green thickets

Wind is grumbling

There is nightingale grove

White birch trees grove

There on thin pink branches

In the thickets of a fragrant bird cherry

Russian glorious nightingale

Begins it’s song by whistling

Sadness is flying away from the fields

Worry goes away from the soul

And only waste open space is ahead in life

Road, full of people's hopes

And land becomes more dear

And hearts can understand each other with ease

You touched my soul

Nightingale

Little wizard of the white grove

And not even knowing so

You sang to me something treasured

You can’t write this song with a quell

From the stork’s flight

There on thin pink branches

In the thickets of a fragrant bird cherry

Russian glorious nightingale

Begins it’s song by whistling

I feel anxious with this song

Happiness is so possible with this song

There have been many songs on earth

But let nightingale’s one not ever end