Малиновка [Malinovka] [English translation]

On hearing a robin’s serene voice

I’ll think again of long forgotten datings

Three birch-tree logs together tied to cross

A little river with no name in question

Chorus

I'm begging you, at crimson dawn

Sing quietly to me

How dear is this birch-tree home

In redbreast sunrise glee

And rolled the waves away I don’t know where

And tossed the little pebbles all around

A robin used to sing to us at that

What we kept silent all the way about

Chorus

I'm begging you, at crimson dawn

Sing quietly to me

How dear is this birch-tree home

In redbreast sunrise glee

The little bridge all burnt, the heartache’s out

The river’s gone and youth has flown far off

And yet this song like glimpse of my first love

Is back to me again with robin’s sweet song