Песня о людях героических профессий [Pesnya o lyudyakh geroicheskikh professiy] [English translation]

Listen, I'm alive again,

Like sea, breathing at window,

Spinning, rotating - blue sphere without break,

Spinning, rotating - blue sphere overhead,

Like cosmonaut inside lunar coldness,

Waiting patiently for her to call me,

Contrary to the victorious winter,

We'll soon be found by the spring.

Time, I'm following you,

Time, I'm one-day sleepless,

Spinning, rotating - blue sphere without break,

Falling and running over our heads,

Like diver gasping for air underwater,

I believe, that she loves and remembers,

I'm waiting, like "natural salmon" in wine,

That spring will soon reveal me.

The mountains are stormy - "one",

The rocks are breaking the surf,

Spinning, rotating - blue sphere without break,

Dancing and falling over our heads,

I am surrounded by methanic eyes,

Writing by hammer on the mineshaft wall,

I expect only a few words from you

That you'll soon crawl up to me.

Eternity - over the pavement,

At daybreak almost unobserved,

Spinning, rotating - blue sphere without break,

Spinning, rotating, almost gravitate,

As a musician whose career got drunk,

I believe, it will restore inspiration,

This one, whose power is great and well-famed,

The incorruptible spring.

City, walls and walls around,

Naked - chin-deep in winter,

Vasya and Klava worry at the window,

And cosmonaut froze to death on the Moon...

Junior sergeant didn't return form the war...

Miner in adit suffocated on fire...

Young diver didn't surface from the depths...

Perished dreams of the spring.