Балада про мальви [Balada pro mal'vi] [English translation]

Silently, the mallows are sleeping

Beneath the lulling moonlight, creeping

But alas, my mama does not dream,

Mama does not dream,

Instead she waits for me

Oh mama darling, don't you wait for me

Don't hope in vain for another sight of me

A lush red mallow has grown from my own heart

Petals crimson with blood

Don't you cry, mama, you are not alone

There is no end to the mallows war has grown

And in the autumn, they'll whisper in your ear,

"Go to sleep, go to sleep... go to sleep, go to sleep..."

Children are the greatest joy for mothers,

Meanwhile my own has only flowers

And down beneath our window's gleam,

Beneath our window's gleam

Her lonely mallows dream

Upon the sunrise, step out through your door

There will be crowds kneeling at your feet on the floor

Walk through the field that's filled with mallows lush,

Most gentle to your touch

Life is a song with no echo or reply,

But in a mallow my life will pass you by

If you can't feel my touch while you still live,

Please forgive, forgive... please forgive, forgive...