The dawn rises over Russia,
And in my soul, like a crystal ball,
Am I dreaming or is it nonsense?
The glass is crunching under my feet,
I can't see my eyes through the black windows,
The emptiness in the depths of my heart,
This is not the first time,
no.
We want to live in a kind world,
To share the light and joy of people,
And to be loved,
and to be loved.
Yes,
so that the day and the night shine,
And the world is full of fuss and business,
So that you sing with me too.
Life brings a lot of trouble,
We have one of them left,
I will do as my grandfather told me,
I will not remember the human offenses,
I will gather all my friends,
We will build a bright house for our children,
So that they live better than us.
Yes,
sadness, resentment, all nonsense,
If there is always trouble around, Friends,
let trouble retreat.
Yes,
let it come again for people,
A world in which blood does not spill,
A world in which love lives.
Yes,
sadness, resentment, all nonsense,
If there is always trouble around, Friends,
let trouble retreat.
Yes,
let it come again for people,
A world in which blood does not spill,
A world in which love lives.