Чистые пруды [Chistye prudy] [English translation]

Everyone of us has a place

To come for a while to stay in solitude,

Where memory, like a single line in a letter,

Will heal your heart, when it aches.

Chistye Prudy*, shy willows,

Like girls keep silent by the water.

Chistye Prudy, a green sleep of ages,

A far-away land of my childhood,

Where a harmonica is heard.

And I’m flying to this place, a warm light streams there,

And boats on the water are like plashes of sunlight.

It was from here that you and me left for the bustle of life -

And here I’m again, and you are bound to come back too.

Chistye Prudy, shy willows,

Like girls keep silent by the water.

Chistye Prudy, a green sleep of ages,

A far-away shore of my childhood,

Where a harmonica is heard.

Once you will go through Bulvarnoye Koltso**

And we most likely will meet in your memories,

And the waters will reflect a familiar face,

And will cure the heart and steady the nerves.

Everyone of us has a place

That over the years is more and more near and dear,

One can breathe freely there, and the world’s purity

Will for a while make us happier and younger.

Chistye Prudy, shy willows,

Like girls keep silent by the water.

Chistye Prudy, a green sleep of ages,

A far-away land of my childhood,

Where a harmonica is heard.