Сумне море [Sumne more] [English translation]

Woeful sea or not

The grays have disappeared

A warm echo carries

To where images lie motionless, motionless

The woeful sea is not for us

It bears its own song

With a soft outcry, it

Inspires love within every drop, every drop

There the wind found love, found love

Through the cool rain on the water

Sing to me, sing to me

Woeful sea or not

At dusk a whisper resounds

A warm echo carries

To where the sun pours forth its light