Ya na mogilu tebe polozhu tsvety. Detskih al'bomov otkroyu styortie listy, Tam ty eshyo molodoi I smotrel na menya s ulybkoi i toskoi Budto znal, chto uidesh navsegda.
I will put the flowers in your grave. I will open the shabby sheets of the child albums. You are still young on them And you look at me with a smile and with a wrench Like you knew that you would leave.
Tol'ko vizhu tebya, Slyshu tebya skvoz' vremya. Tol'ko chuvstvuyu ya Vetra prikosnoveniye Slovno ty [slovno ty] spustilsya s neba ko mne.
I only see you, Only hear you through the time. I only feel Touch of the wind As if you [as if you] came down from the sky to me.
U kolybeli moei pel ty dlya menya, Mame na uho sheptal: "Eto doch' moya! Stanet takoi zhe kak ya, Muzykoi vsya dusha polna, I ona budet pet' za menya.
You sang for me near my cradle And whispered in mummy's ear- 'This is my daughter! She will be like me, Her soul will be full of music. And she will be singing instead of me.'