Текст песни Стас Михайлов - 'Мы теперь уходим понемногу'

We are leaving a little now
To that country where peace and grace
Maybe soon on my way
Brennye belongings to collect.

Lovely birch thickets
You are the land and you are the sands of the plains
Before this host of departing
I can’t hide my longing.

I loved too much in this world
Everything that encircles the soul in the flesh.
Peace to the aspens that spread its branches
They looked into the pink water.

I thought a lot of thoughts in silence,
He composed a lot of songs to himself,
But on this gloomy earth
Happy that I breathed and lived.

I know that thickets do not grow there,
Rye doesn’t ring a swan’s neck,
Because before the host of departing
I always feel trembling.

I know that in that country will not be
These cornfields, golden in the gloom,
That’s why people are dear to me,
That they live with me on Earth.