Слива [Sliva] [English translation]

Since my early years, I have learned the secret,

How to gain success.

Not a minute I spent in vain

Always looking up.

I wandered in the mountains, overcoming fears,

Biting the granite of science,

But the moment came, I got to the top

And looked around.

A plum blososms in the field,

Eagles sing in the skies,

Gently and and withouth rushing

We descend from the mountains.

Hello, fruits of our effort,

Hello, outcome of our work.

Look how in a state of expectation

Stand up our herds.

I was full of energy, hurrying forward,

Never closed an eye.

I was plowing all day, overcoming laziness,

As for the last time.

I was drowning in a wave, burning in the fire,

I took a gulp of trouble.

But that's all yesterday, and now

It's time to gather fruits.