Наполним музыкой сердца [Napolnim muzykoj serdca] [English translation]

Let's fill with music empty hearts,

Let's make the holidays from weekdays,

Forgetting our tormentors' gaze.

Here is a park - let’s stroll its course.

Let’s find our most beloved gate

That hides a row of gilded armchairs.

And there, with ecstasy of zealots,

We’ll bring in losses and their silent weight.

We’ll bring in losses and their silent weight.

Remember music that was played?

How great were music and its sounds!

It did not teach us to behave,

But only called to be around.

It called to name the good as good,

To treat all bread as sacred manna,

To heal with suffering who suffer,

To warm our souls with wine or with bright flame.

To warm our souls with wine or with bright flame.

The midnight hall is brightly lit.

A genius spotted us so easily,

And with a nod he marked existence

And showed a foreign land far off.

There everything did look quite well,

It filled us with a hopeful longing

That life would change its set of costumes…

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Let's fill with music empty hearts…