Криком журавлиным [Krikom zhuravlinym] [English translation]

My eyes meet yours,

for a long time now you and I

haven’t spoken of love ...

I'll be the night rain

to speak of it,

and you the rustle of leaves.

I'll cry out with a skein of cranes:

I love you!

And I'll answer with a headwind:

I love you!

There aren't as many words

as the spring flowers,

words alone can't say

of all the celestial bodies

the ones I like most

only the moon is a match for you.

I'll call out with a skein of cranes:

I love you!

And I'll answer with a headwind:

I love you!

Let winds, rains

and the distant cries from flocks of birds

be our discourse of love...

And I'll answer with a headwind:

I love you!