Криком журавлиным [Krikom zhuravlinym] [English translation]

I meet your look,

We did not speak about love with you for a long time...

I'll tell about love by a night rain

You speak by a noise of leaves.

I'll shout by crane's cry:

I love you!

And I'll answer with a cross-wind

I love you!

There are many words,

Also the spring has many flowers.

Only I cannot tell by words.

Only the Moon is worthy you from all heavenly bodies.

I'll shout by crane's cry:

I love you!

And I'll answer with a cross-wind

I love you!

Let a wind, rains

And shouts of the bird's flocks far off

Will be by our conversation about love.

And I'll answer with a cross-wind

I love you!