Просыпается заря [Prosypaetsya zarya] [English translation]

Dawn awakes,

A small boat sails quietly.

The wind blows in the sails

And takes me to you.

And there the seagulls shine -

Through my dreams they fly.

Harmony on the ground,

Melancholy in the sky.

The sea is like a house for the fisherman,

Fishing barefoot,

He sings about freedom,

Leaving everybody behind.

Dawn awakes,

A small boat sails quietly.

The wind blows in the sails

And takes me to you.

Tea and boat, water and net,

The fisherman keeps on singing.

The clock hands in a hurry,

It seems like they don't have time.

If a cloud bumps into another cloud,

Planes won't take off.

If the fisherman comes back with a catch,

Well, what's left - to sing all together!

Dawn awakes,

A small boat sails quietly.

The wind blows in the sails

And takes me to you...