Текст песни Элла - Марьинский вальс

From the noise of the roads, from the empty vanity
I will return to the land of age-old beauty
Where dew ripens on low-key flowers
Like a word of love on a calling lips.

A quiet miracle was presented to me by fate -
A pensive pond and weeping sadness.
As the name of my beloved I whisper the word "Maryino".
Russia is grieving about Maryino.

There the bird does not sleep, rearing my soul.
There, in the rustle of lindens, the smell of rain wanders.
There, in the pool of grasses, light swept me,
A fallen star's golden wing.

A quiet miracle was presented to me by fate -
A pensive pond and weeping sadness.
As the name of my beloved I whisper the word "Maryino".
Russia is grieving about Maryino.

I'll go around you along the side, Russia,
Where does your light sadness come from?
Is it not from these places where I stand barely breathing
Where does the heart sing and the soul weeps?

A quiet miracle was presented to me by fate -
A pensive pond and weeping sadness.
As the name of my beloved I whisper the word "Maryino".
Russia is grieving about Maryino.

As the name of my beloved I whisper the word "Maryino"
Russia is grieving about Maryino.