Колдыри да колдобины [Koldyri da koldobiny] [English translation]

My land must be peculiar -

My own faith's not yet found:

With all bumps and potholes in it,

Yet the wonders abound.

They all seem to be hemmed to root,

Yet they wouldn't fall down,

They appear to be ruined dead,

But their faces're aglow.

They look like homeless wanderers,

In twilight, in daydreams

All these bumps and potholes are like

The Earth's flowers it seems.

No one winces from screams in here,

That's the way of the old:

If one made single step on the ladder up,

To the bottom the other would fall.

On the streets that are crushed to spall

Anything can be found,

All these bumps and potholes are like

Night dream visions spellbound.

And askance we all look around,

That's the way of the old:

If one soul,

Then the other...

My land must be peculiar...

All these bumps and potholes in it...