I wish the Sun, I wish the wind to the boys who have long since gone to heaven
And to those who have not been there — I wish to be alive and forever young
It is too early for us to go there, to the heavens! It is too early, friend, to the winds of sorrow
It is too early to go into the clouds with gray smoke — which means, let's breathe deeply for now!
And while, mom — your son is alive! And while I, mom, am with you
My soul, mom — it is calm that wars will not start in our home!
My soul is white, my soul is brave — lead me through my life first!
To those who are worthy, who did not cost money — I built my own spiritual home
And there, in heaven, mom, they are watching how we live: dead souls or alive
Are we on the streets or with housing; don't smoke, mom, or drink
And you can't take my God away from me, even if they give you a lot of money
Even if you meet a cold shore — my love will spread further than yours
And I have beautiful views from my window. I have no time to fulfill everything in full
Not to go there forever, there... The trouble has passed. My luck is forever
The sea, seagulls and white-white sand; children in the streets without socks
I saw there. I ran there! I was with the boys and I had a shore
The end of summer, the beginning of autumn, and our Ural mountains will freeze again
And again, again I will die — and neither the end nor the beginning will be visible there
Wai! Wai! Wai! Brother, pour me some — pu-erh leaves and ginseng are the edge
New April, new May, if you are sad, brother — don't be sad
Hey! Up there, how are you? Salam. I embrace the sky, I fall at your feet
May the earth lie in softness, may it be. At the gates of Heaven, let them not judge you sternly
I remember! This is sacred! I am with you, my guys, and I will not let you go from my heart!
Just breathe, just breathe, just breathe
And if the clouds take you, just bye, just bye, just bye…
I remember how I hug, often cry, how I die, where I fly away
I remember how we loved, how we wandered, how we stole, how we laughed
And where there was no trouble, where you and I, divided our dreams in half
And when my Brother is on my way - I will go to the grave, you tell everyone there
I wish the Sun, I wish the wind to the boys who have long gone to heaven
And to those who were not there - I wish to be alive and forever young
It is too early for us to go there, to the heavens! It is too early, friend, to the winds of sorrow
It is too early for gray smoke in the clouds - and that means, we breathe deeply for now!