Прекрасное далеко [Prekrasnoye dalyoko] [English translation]

A voice calls me to splendid far tomorrow,

A crystal voice of silver morning dew.

I hear its sound, and the tempting road I follow

Turns my head like every roundabout's loop.

Chorus:

My splendid far tomorrow,

Don't bring me too much sorrow,

Don't bring me too much sorrow,

And don't dismay!

From clear spring I follow

My splendid far tomorrow,

To splendid far tomorrow

I'll find my own way.

I hear the voice of splendid far tomorrow,

It invites me to a magic distant clime;

The voice that strictly asks me every moment,

What things I did for sake of future time.

Chorus

I swear to be much purer and much kinder,

And not to leave my friends alone in trouble.

I hear the voice and hurry towards the wonder

Along the road with no trace on the ground.

Chorus