Для того, кто умел верить [Dlya togo, kto umel verit] [English translation]

Along with the smell of torrid fields

A new autumn enters into the heart as a dark bird

You're twining your wreath of the mourning ribbons,

Of faded flowers and of blackened ears of rye.

But who knows what will

Colds and losses turn into

For someone who could believe?

And who knows when will rise over the water a blue star

For someone who could wait?

It’s painful to walk, it’s difficult to breathe,

You've got an open wound in the place of a heart.

But you're still going one step further

Through wormwood and thorns

To the long-awaited heaven.

But one day all the angels will wake up

And the doors will be opened

For someone who could believe.

And one inclement January morning

Almond-trees will blossom in the mountains

For someone who could wait.

Heather is bending to the ground,

The horizon has darkened,

The clouds grow heavy,

There are fewer rays of light.

You're sitting on a hill

Motionless and silent.

All the words have been said,

All the songs have been sung to the end.

But I know, the keys will be found

And the doors will be opened

For someone who could believe.

And over the somber waters of darkness

A blue star will rise

For someone who could wait.

A lonely boat is sliding hopelessly

Through the cold waters of limitless sorrow.

Heaven only knows all about our orphanage

And about the pain that is under a vow of silence.

Somewhere there are islands of comfort

And the salutary coast

For someone who could believe.

New stars are born there

And the almond-trees blooms in the mountains

For someone who could wait