[Verse 1]
Forecasters of bashful white nights
Who managed to survive the bitter cold,
You made us a bit warmer, a bit kinder,
We became more agile in thawed poses.
You are beloved by children and thoughtful widows,
You who turned on the jazz in communal apartments.
I listen to each of your new forecasts
Trying to figure out the secret power.
[Refrain]
What hope do you have in you, what love?
Without songs, without celebration, without gestures, without words.
[Verse 2]
Bearers of the secret of overseas gods
Who instilled fear in untrusting mothers
Are taking the girls under the white cover
And there they teach them to dance to tam-tams.
Shareholders of crazy ideas,
You hear the music of the brass Buddha,
You understand the language of taciturn children.
A miracle happens here every night.
[Refrain]
Inspiring hope, breathing love into us
Without songs, without celebration, without gestures, without words.