Не унывай! [Ne unyvay!] [English translation]

One hundred and twenty-eight years ago

He thought and said,

"Goodbye. I'm sorry.

Hundreds of unsold pictures,

You're alone and I'm alone,

We should part roads."

An accordion in an old sack...

Basically, he left light-handed

To look for himself

And came back home

Only late in the spring...

"Don't you be sad

That it's May outside,

That the spring is coming to an end,

It's not alone.

Don't you be sad

But tell me "farewell".

I don't know when

But not forever."

One hundred and twenty-eight years has passed,

It's sad and ridiculous,

Every year seemed ten.

He returned light-handed,

There were no pictures or coins

In his empty backpack.

Accordion, raincoat and easel...

He came to you at dawn

And said,

"I wandered for so long

And got tired one day..."

"Don't you be sad

That it's May outside,

That the spring is coming to an end,

It's not alone.

Don't you be sad

But tell me "farewell".

I don't know when

But not forever."

An accordion in an old sack...

Basically, he left light-handed

To look for himself

And came back home

Only late in the spring...

"Don't you be sad

That it's May outside,

That the spring is coming to an end,

It's not alone.

Don't you be sad

But tell me "farewell".

You can never tell when

But not forever."

"Don't you be sad

That it's May outside,

That the spring is coming to an end,

It's not alone.

Don't you be sad

But tell me "farewell".

You can never tell when

But not forever."