Иван-чай [Ivan-chaj] [English translation]

As long as willow herb blooms, as long as willow herb blooms,

I don't need the other books, other than you,

I don't need them, I don't need them.

Take a snow white canvas board,

Touch it with green and yellow colors,

With a dazzling blue azure.

Make up some trees, and that is what they will tell you,

How everything I craved

Becoming a wind breath, which kisses leafy branches.

And then I say to them: Thank you for all this pleasure!

Then I say to them: Thank you for this rejoicing!

As long as willow herb blooms, as long as willow herb blooms,

I don't need the other books, other than you,

I don't need them, I don't need them.

The wind is talking with them.

[And] this is such a perfect method,

Too bad that we often lack little patience.

But this is such a perfect method,

And sooner or later again we'll be together,

What used to be my pain will be like wind blow,

And fire will consume my own heart,

And I will repeat then: Thank you for all this pleasure!

I am repeating it: Thank you for this rejoicing!

As long as willow herb blooms, as long as willow herb blooms,

I don't need the other books, other than you,

I don't need them, I don't need them...