Песня о тебе [Pesnya o tebe] [English translation]

When you are walking, when you are

walking barefoot over our morning earth,

Through the trepidations, through having lived,

You perceive how hundreds of years dissolve.

But faraway, but in the quiet,

Already the songs about us are being penned.

Along the shores, along the islands

The immortal lotus flowers in the silver blue.

Over the towns, over the heads

Already floats-flies the song about you.

And this night, and this day,

And this sun with the heart, are merely the words from our song.