Love - când ko

Today we have a weird one. This is a combination of an Urdu poem and half an English poem, both by ATajuddin, the same author as May the mirror not hide her and The pen of God, a combination operated by me which I recently set to music. As a translation, I have the languages swapped. The setting to music and the translation happened between 22:38 and 0:15 of 14/10/20, with some tweaks the next day between 12:56 and 13:48. In fact, the music started a bit earlier, with the chorus set to music in the evening of 13/10. The title of the combination is the same as the post, când ko (چاند کو) meaning "to the moon". While working on the collection of my friend ATajuddin's poems I'm curating, I stumbled upon a correction she made to my interpretation, and realized I mistranslated the line «Maybe you are giving me peace even more, even more than him», which in the original actually says «Maybe your vision is giving him peace too». That was on 18/10/20 in the evening, the next day at 11:15 I set out to straighten the score. Well, make that 11:56, because Avid link would not sign in until I restarted, and I was freeing up space on my HD. Anyway, at 11:57 I have «Maybe your vision is gīving peace tō him too», then at 11:57 still I change the end to «to him as well», and the present form is chosen by 11:58. Score below, just for clarity. Also, prob. at 14:33 on 17/10/20, I changed netritv to sarbarâhî in the Urdu translation part, because netritv is not findable in any Urdu dictionary, while sarbarâhî is, and the latter also fits the tune better. Let's see it!

کرس: کچھ اندھیرا ضروری ہے، کچھ تیرا دیدار بھی ضروری ہے. دیدار نا جس کا ہو سکے، وو بھی تجھے دیکھ رہا ہے، میری نگاہے بھی تجھ پر، اس کی نگاہے بھی تجھ پر، وو مجھے تجھ میں ڈھونڈ رہا ہے شاید میں بھی اس سے تجھ میں ہی ڈھونڈ رہا. کرس There is a veil on the mirror, Only with love will you see The true heart of your beloved. If there is true love, All veils will fall, The mirror will open the door, The door will open, Door that leads you to her heart. کرس روشن تو اس کا بھی سونا آسمان کر رہا ہے، روشن میرا بھی فلک تو کر رہا ہے، دیدار تیرا شاید اس سے بھی سکون دے رہا ہے۔ تو اکیلے ایک ہی، ایک ہی تو چاند ہے، اس کے فلک کا بھی اور میرے فلک کا چراغ ہے! کرس Chorus: A little darkness is important, A glimpse of you is important too. May you be no-one else's vision. He too is now looking at you. My own eyes are also on you, His own eyes are also on you, He is a-looking for me inside you, Maybe I too now am a-looking to find him in you. Chorus درپں پر ایک پردہ ہے، کیول پیار سے دیکھے گا تمہاری پریتم کے سچے دل کو۔ اگر سچا پیار ھے، پردے گریں گے۔ درپں دوار کو کھولے گا، دوار جو اس کے دل کو سربراہی کرتا ھے۔ Now you are making even his deserted sky shine, You are making even my skydome shine, Maybe your vision is giving peace to him as well. You alone are indeed a moon, Are indeed a moon, Both of his skydome and of my skydome                                         [you are the bright lamp.

Koras: Kucẖ 'andẖěrâ ẑarŭrî ḥê̱, Kucẖ těrâ dîdâr bẖî ẑarŭrî ḥê̱. Dîdâr nâ jis kâ ḥô sakê. Vô bẖî tujẖê děkẖ raḥâ ḥê̱. Měrî nigâḥê bẖî tujẖ par, 'Us kî nigâḥê bẖî tujẖ par, Vô mujẖê tujẖ měṅ ḍẖûnḍ raḥâ ḥê̱, Šâyad mě̱ṅ bẖî 'us sê tujẖ měṅ ḥî ḍẖûnḍ raḥâ. Koras There is a veil on the mirror, Only with love will you see The true heart of your beloved. If there is true love, All veils will fall, The mirror will open the door, The door will open, Door that leads you to her heart. Koras Rôšan tû 'us kâ bẖî sûnâ 'âsmân kar raḥâ ḥê̱, Rôšan měrâ bhî falak tû kar raḥâ ḥê̱. Dîdâr těrâ šâyad 'us sê bẖî sukûn dê raḥâ ḥê̱. Tû 'akělê 'ěk ḥî, 'ěk ḥî tô când ḥê̱, 'Us kê falak kâ bẖî 'ô̱r měrê falak kâ cirâğ ḥê̱. Koras Chorus: A little darkness is important, A glimpse of you is important too. May you be no-one else's vision. He too is now looking at you. My own eyes are also on you, His own eyes are also on you, He is a-looking for me inside you, Maybe I too now am a-looking to find him in you. Chorus Darpaṇ par 'ěk pardāĥ ḥê̱, Kěval pyâr sê děkḫê gâ Tumḥârî prîtam kê saccê dil kô. 'Agar saccâ pyâr ḥê̱, Pardê girěṅ gê. Darpaṇ dvâr kô kḫôlê gâ, Dvâr jô 'us kê dil kô sarbarâhî kartâ ḥê̱. Now you are making even his deserted sky shine, You are making even my skydome shine, Maybe your vision is giving peace to him as well. You alone are indeed a moon, Are indeed a moon, Both of his skydome and of my skydome                                         [you are the bright lamp.

The pen of God

Today we have an Urdu poem, رب کی قلم | Rab kî qalam, which titles the post and was authored by ATajuddin, also the author of May the mirror not hide her, and set to music by me. The musication was complete within Sat 26/9/20, the translation was complete within 28/9, a few tune tweaks and chord tweaks were made within 2/10, the day of writing this draft. But am I right that «我天主的荣耀里多宋诗写» sounds like «I write many poems of praise in the glory of God»? Let's make that «Wǒ de Tiānzhǔ». 23:58 2/10. Let's see it!

رب نے توجھے قلم دیا هے، ظلم نہ لکھ! قلم سے تو تقدیر نہ لکه سکے تو تکلیف نہ لکھ! خطاكار نہ بن، سلسلای رنج نہ لکھ! عشق نہ سہھی، بوفای کی داستان نہ لکه! رب نے کرم جو کیا ھے، !میرے رب کی شان وچ قسیدے لکھ 天主把钢笔给妳了，压迫别写！ 如果用钢笔不会写前定，痛苦也别写！ 不要做坏事，悲苦的系列别写！ 没经过爱，背叛疑心的故事别写！ 天主对妳若用恩惠， 我的天主的荣耀里多宋诗写！

Rab nê tŭjḫê qalam diyâ ḥê̱, żŭlm naĥ likḫ! Qalam sê tû taqdîr naĥ likḫ sakê, tô taklîf naĥ likḫ! Xaṫâkâr naĥ ban, silsilâ-ẹ̌ ranj naĥ likḫ! `Išq naĥ saḥî, bevafâî kî dâstân naĥ likḫ! Rab nê karam jô kiyâ ḥê̱, Měrê Rab kî šân vic qasîdê likḫ! Tiānzhǔ bǎ gāngbǐ gěi nǐ le, yāpò bié xiě! Rúguǒ yòng gāngbǐ bù huì xiě qián dìng, tòngkǔ yě bié xiě! Bùyào zuò huàishì, bēikǔ de xìliè bié xiě! Méi jīngguò ài, bèipàn yíxīn de gùshì bié xiě! Tiānzhǔ duì nǐ ruò yòng ēnhuì, Wǒ de Tiānzhǔ de róngyào lǐ duō sòng shī xiě!

God has given you a pen, don't write oppression!
Not being able to write destiny with the pen, so don't write hardships!
Don't become an oppressor, don't write a succession of grief!
[If you] haven't gone through love, don't write a story of betrayal!
If God has given [you] a blessing,
Write poems of praise in my God's glory!

La notte che ho visto le stelle

Oggi canzone di Chieffo, La notte che ho visto le stelle, tradotta in cinese, ritornello e fine ultima strofa (ultime due righe) nel pomeriggio dell'1/9/20, e poi terminata la sera del 6, con notevoli modifiche a quanto già fatto per fare le rime. 12/9/20 alle 9:57 cambio «我就不再想要睡觉» e «为了明白而为了看到» alle loro forme attuali. Vediamo!

Aspetto che passi la notte
Notte lunga da passare
E sento il mio cuore che batte
E non smette di sognare

Vorrei ritornare bambino
Nella casa di mio padre
Le storie davanti al camino
E la voce di mia madre

Rit.
La notte che ho visto le stelle
Non volevo più dormire
Volevo salire là in alto
Per vedere e per capire

Ascolto il silenzio dei campi
Dove sta dormendo il grano
Il giorno fu pieno di lampi
Ma ora il tuono è gia lontano

Vorrei ritornare bambino
Nella casa di mio padre
Le storie davanti al camino
E la voce di mia madre

Rit.

La luna nasconde i suoi occhi
Come donna innamorata
Il fiume l'aspetta nell'acqua
E una notte l'ha baciata

Vorrei ritornare bambino
E guardare ancora il fuoco
La stora più grande è il destino
Che si svela a poco a poco

Rit.

我正在等着夜间过去 就是慢慢过的夜啊 听到我的心跳继续 感到内心不停梦啊 我愿意再变得孩子啊 回到父亲的房屋里 暖炉前再听到故事啊 也听到我母亲的声音 合唱： 我看到星星的那夜里 我就不再想要睡眠 我当时就想要上天去 为了明白而为了看见 我听到田野那声沉默 那里小麦正在睡眠 今天就有充满闪电哦 如今雷声已经遥远 我愿意再变得孩子啊 回到父亲的房屋里 暖炉前再听到故事啊 也听到我母亲的声音 合唱 天上的月亮正藏眼睛 就像爱上的女人啊 水里有河流等到她呢 有日将她有亲吻啊 我愿意再变得孩子啊 而且热火再次凝视 一点一滴照面的运命 它就是最伟大的故事 合唱

Wǒ zhèngzài děngzhe yèjiān guòqù Jiùshì mànman guò de yè a Tīng dào wǒ de xīntiào jìxù Gǎn dào nèixīn bù tíng mèng a Wǒ yuànyì zài biànde háizi a Huí dào fùqīn de fángwū li Nuǎnlú qián zài tīng dào gùshì a Yě tīng dào wǒ mǔqīn de shēngyīn Héchàng: Wǒ kàn dào xīngxīng de nà yèlǐ Wǒ jiù bù zài xiǎngyào shuìmián Wǒ dāngshí jiù xiǎngyào shàng tiān qù Wèile míngbái ér wéile kànjiàn Wǒ tīng dào tiányě nà shēng chénmò Nàlǐ xiǎomài zhèngzài shuìmián Jīntiān jiù yǒu chōngmǎn shǎndiàn ó Rújīn léishēng yǐjīng yáoyuǎn Wǒ yuànyì zài biànde háizi a Huí dào fùqīn de fángwū li Nuǎnlú qián zài tīng dào gùshì a Yě tīng dào wǒ mǔqīn de shēngyīn Héchàng Tiān shàng de yuèliàng zhèng cáng yǎnjīng Jiùxiàng àishàng de nǚrén a Shuǐ li yǒu héliú děngdào tā ne Yǒu rì jiāng tā yǒu qīnwěn a Wǒ yuànyì zài biànde háizi a Érqiě rèhuǒ zàicì níngshì Yī diǎn yī dī zhàomiàn de yùnmìng Tā jiù shì zuì wěidà de gùshì héchàng

My brothers

And today we close the blog with this beautiful Mandarin song which I kept for last because it seemed like a great goodbye to my followers. It is 我的好兄弟 | Wǒ de hǎo xiōngdì, which I met sometime in Spring 2013, later than April 18, and translated within that year's early June [5/5 in fact, as evidenced by a Facebook note containing the translation that was last edited on that date. There was then a change from «Bitter hearts 'cause you speak to me» to «Pain in their hearts 'cause you tell me» at 15:50 on 28/1/22 and then to «Bitter hearts 'cause you're telling me» at 2:10 that night, in which night «Let me sing a song for you» changed to «Let me for you sing a song» at 3:16]. With this song, the done material is over, so I will stop posting twice a week because I won't have stuff to post. I do have a couple drafts yet unposted, one of them about the heritage of the Romagnol side of my family, one is an Italian edition of Sappho yet to get the fragments rearranged for it, one is this crazy project of turning Sappho into Chinese songs to arouse curiosity, if I ever do that I'll upload the songs to Youku and see what happens, and one yet unmade about the three attempts at constructing a language which I did back in middle to high school, so those will get posted sooner or later, but I'm out of translations, so unless I make new ones (which is entirely possible), all that is left is to finish the Indonesian songs post, the Chinese songs post, the All of Sappho post and the Chinese poetic Sappho post, and do the Japanese songs post which, as of 11/9/18 14:20 as I write this intro, is yet to be started. And on 25/8/19 the situation hasn't changed. I'd like to add that, if I do do new translations, I will stick to posting on Tuesdays and Saturdays, whereas other posts will be posted as soon as they are ready, just like other "OOP" (out of program) posts have been. And on 12/2/20 the situation of the unmade stuff is unchanged, except there's the "crazy project" and the Italian edition that I just added, and a Korean songs post I plan on doing. How, in all that, I completely forgot about the Modern G Sappho edition, I have no clue. In any case, as of finally posting this on 1/9/20, the situation is pretty much the same, save for the Indonesian songs post being, I believe, as finished as I can make it (that song with unfindable lyrics needs outside help). So this is essentially my goodbye. It has been a lot of work to post these translations, and a lot of fun to make them. I wish y'all well. But let's see the song, shall we?

在你辉煌的时刻 让我为你唱首歌 我的好兄弟 心里有苦你对我说 前方的路一起走 哪怕是河也一起过 苦点累点 又能算什么 在你需要我的时候 我来陪你一起度过 我的好兄弟 心里有苦你对我说 人生难得起起落落 还是要坚强的生活 哭过笑过 至少你还有我 ＊朋友的情谊呀 比天还高比地还辽阔 那些岁月我们一定会记得 朋友的情谊呀 我们今生最大的难得 像一杯酒      像一首老歌 所有从开始，然后＊ 像一杯酒 像一首老歌

Zài nǐ huīhuáng de shíkè Ràng wǒ wèi nǐ chàng shǒu gē Wǒ de hǎo xiōngdì Xīn li yǒu kǔ nǐ duì wǒ shuō Qiánfāng de lù yīqǐ zǒu Nǎpà shì hé yě yīqǐ guò Kǔ diǎn lèi diǎn Yòu néng suàn shénme Zài nǐ xūyào wǒ de shíhou Wǒ lái péi nǐ yīqǐ dùguò Wǒ de hǎo xiōngdì Xīn li yǒu kǔ nǐ duì wǒ shuō Rénshēng nán de qǐqǐ-luòluò Háishì yào jiānqiáng de shēnghuó Kūguò xiàoguò Zhìshǎo nǐ hái yǒu wǒ Péngyǒu de qíngyì ya Bǐ tiān hái gāo bǐ dì hái liáokuò Nà xiē suìyuè wǒmen yīdìng huì jìde Péngyǒu de qíngyì ya Wǒmen jīnshēng zuì dà de nándé Xiàng yī bēi jiǔ      xiàng yī shǒu lǎo gē Suǒyǒu cóng kāishǐ, ránhòu * Xiàng yī bēi jiǔ Xiàng yī shǒu lǎo gē

In your moments of splendour
Let me for you sing a song
My dear brothers feel
Bitter hearts 'cause you're telling me:
Let's together walk any road
Even rivers together cross
Pain and tiredness,
Can they matter now?

In the times when you will need me
I will spend my time with you
My dear brothers feel
Bitter hearts 'cause you're telling me:
Do you want changing difficulties
Or do you want to strongly live?
Laughing, crying,
At least you'll still have me

* Because friendship's
Higher than the Heavens, vaster than the Earth
We will certainly remember those few years
Because friendship is
The greatest rarity in our whole lives
Like a full glass      like an old old song

All from the start, then from *

Like a full glass
like an old old song

Your heart

Today we have another song with no ties to the surrounding posts. It's a Hakka song, it's undatable number 4, it comes from a video that I downloaded and was since removed from Youtube, it's titled 若你（的）个的心 | Nyia kài sim, and it gives this post its title. On 4/10/19 around 18:20 I finally picked it up and started an English translation, and by 18:26 I was done, except for correcting "Can face all things carefully" at 18:53. I don't think I'll produce a column filler for this one. I basically translated it just as an excuse to put it back on Youtube for the Chinese songs post. Here it comes!

每一次倒转回到 单侪独自孤单中坚强 每一次就算心恁很够 也无不噭哭出来 涯我也知汝你一直 有一只心就能够 带涯我去离开阿里这里 无没想着到佢兜他们 总有恁很靓美丽个的爱情 涯我看着到每日个的日头太阳 也会爱要落山 涯我也知汝你一直 有一只心就能够 带涯我去分让涯我欢喜 涯我终于看着到 所有理想个的结果 试着知道吾我（的）个的心 能够爱下去 涯我终于真真 用心用意来面对 下辈会有汝你 就行走着到远里

Mui yit tshìi tò-cón Tan-sâ ku-tan cung kien-khiông Mui yit tshìi tshìu-sòn sim án kèu Ya mô kiàu chut-lôi Ngâi ya ti nyî yit-chıt Yìu yit cak sim tshìu nên-kèu Tài ngâi hì lî-khoi a-lî Mô sióng tó kî-teu Tsúng yìu án tsiang kài òi-tshîn Ngâi khòn tó mui nyit kài nyit-thêu Ya vòi òi lȯk-san Ngâi ya ti nyî yit-chıt Yìu yit cak sim tshìu nên-kèu Tài ngâi hì pun ngâi fon-hí Ngâi cung-yi khòn tó Só-yìu li-sióng kài kiet-kwó Chì-tó nga kài sim Nên-kèu òi hà-hì Ngâi cung-yi cin-cin Yùng-sim yùng-yì lôi mièn-tùi Hà-pùi vòi yìu nyî Tshìu hâng tó yén lî

Every time I go
Back to being strong alone,
Every time, my heart's had enough,
But I still do not cry.
I do know that, if you have a heart,
You always can
Brīng me away from here.

Haven't thought that they
Always had such a great love.
I see that the sun of each day’s
Always bound to set.
I do know that, if you have a heart,
You always can
Bring me away and make me happy.

I now finally
Look at all my ideal outcomes,
I know my heart
Can keep on with its love.
I now finally
Can face things with all my heart,
In the next life
You'll sure go far away!

Dammi un pochino di cielo

Oggi ennesima canzone greca (dovrebbe essere l'ultima, ma non si sa mai), Δώσε μου λιγάκι ουρανό | Dṓse moy ligáki oyranó, lo stesso titolo di questo post. L'ho tradotta in italiano, dopo mesi che stava tra i "plan", il 9/8/20 tra le 15:46 e le 16:04 – rapido rapido, eh già. Vediamola!

Τώρα που φεύγεις Από μένα και σε χάνω Ένα σου λέω, Μην αλλάξεις ουρανό Σημάδια άφηνε Στα σύννεφα απάνω, Γιατί δεν πρέπει να Χαθούμε εμείς οι δυο. Σημάδια άφηνε Στα σύννεφα απάνω, Γιατί δεν πρέπει να Χαθούμε εμείς οι δυο. *Δώσε μου λιγάκι ουρανό, Πάρε με μαζί στο πέταγμά σου, Μάθε με κι εμένα να πετώ, Να μην έχω ανάγκη τα φτερά σου. Κι αν κάτι άλλο Την καρδιά σου έχει πάρει, Ένα σου λέω Μην αλλάξεις ουρανό θα 'ρχονται νύχτες Που θα ψάχνεις το φεγγάρι, Και το δικό μου Τελευταίο σ’ αγαπώ. θα 'ρχονται νύχτες Που θα ψάχνεις το φεγγάρι, Και το δικό μου Τελευταίο σ’ αγαπώ. Όλοι! * (και μένα) * (και μένα) Ora che fuggi Da me e ti perdo, Una [cosa] ti dico, Non cambiare cielo Lascia segni Sulle nuvole in alto Perché non è necessario che Ci perdiamo noi due. Lascia segni Sulle nuvole in alto Perché non è necessario che Ci perdiamo noi due. *Dammi un pochino di cielo, Prendimi con te nel tuo volo, Insegnami anche a me a volare, Perché non abbia bisogno delle tue ali. E se qualcos'altro Il tuo cuore ha preso, Una [cosa] ti dico, Non cambiare cielo Verranno notti Che cercherai la luna, E nel mio stesso Ultimo [momento] ti amo. Verranno notti Che cercherai la luna, E nel mio stesso Ultimo [momento] ti amo. Tutti! * *

Tṓra poy fév̆gës Apó ména kä se khánō Éna soy léō, Mi̱n alláxës oyranó Si̱mádia áfi̱ne Sta sýnnefa apánō, Giatí den prépë na Khathoýme emë́s ö dyo. Si̱mádia áfi̱ne Sta sýnnefa apánō, Giatí den prépë na Khathoýme emë́s ö dyo. *Dṓse moy ligáki oyranó, Páre me mazí sto pétagmá soy, Máthe me ki eména na petṓ, Na mi̱n ékhō anágki̱ ta fterá soy. Ki an káti állo Ti̱n kardiá soy ékhë párë, Éna soy léō, Mi̱n alláxës oyranó Tha 'rkhontä nýkhtes Poy tha psákhnës to feggári, Kä to dikó moy Telef̆tä́o s' agapṓ. Tha 'rkhontä nýkhtes Poy tha psákhnës to feggári, Kä to dikó moy Telef̆tä́o s' agapṓ. Ólö! * (kä ména) * (kä ména) Or che ti perdo E da me lontano fuggi, Ti dico solo: Il tuo cielo non cambiar. Lascia dei segni là, Su in alto, sulle nubi, Perderci entrambi, Noi non lo dobbiamo far. Lascia dei segni là, Su in alto, sulle nubi, Perderci entrambi, Noi non lo dobbiamo far. *Un pochin di cielo donami, Portami con te, voliamo insieme, Anche a me a volare insegnami Perché non mi servan le ali tüe. Se qualcos’altro T’ha saputo il cuor via portare, Ti dico solo: Il tuo cielo non cambiar. Verranno notti che La luna avrai a cercare Fino al mio ultimo Respir io t’ho ad amar. Verranno notti che La luna avrai a cercare Fino al mio ultimo Respir io t’ho ad amar. Tutti! * *

The cranes

Russian song today like last time, Журавли | Žuravlĵí is the title, and the same as this post's. The text I give is my mashup of three versions, there will probably be a post on Deciphering unknown languages with Michele Gorini about this song. Where there are options, the left one is for female singer to male addressee, the right one is the opposite. I doubt any other pair would have been conceivable when it was written. I translated it first to Italian, on 10/8/20 between 11:01 and 13:46 save for the last two lines of verse 1 done at 14:26, and then to English, hence the post's language, between 12:20 and 12:35 the following day, save for the second half of verse 2 done around 15:50. The Italian had original/alternate versions «Nel mattino il richiamo triste sento delle gru» and «Presto presto» instead of «Molto presto». Let's see it!

Се́рым у́тром крик печа́льный Слы́шу в не́бе журавле́й. Всё проща́ясь улета́ют Ста́ей из родны́х поле́й. По́мнишь их встре́чать весно́ю Вме́сте шли к реке́ с тобо́ю? Как же случи́лось, не зна̇ю, В путь журавле́й провожа́ю Я одна́ / Я оди́н. Ско́ро бе́лой пелено́ю скро́ет снег просто́р поле́й. Но верну́тся к нам весно́ю Сно́ва ста́и журавле́й. Я хочу́, что ты за мно́ю Был/Бы́ла и ле́том и зимо́ю что́бы в любо́е нена́стье мы берегли̇ на́ше сча́стье, ми́лый мой / Ми́лая. Giorno grigio, il richiamo Triste sento delle gru Salutando volan via Dai campi natìi nel ciel lassù In primavera al ruscello – Ricordi? – A incontrarle corremmo. Non so come sia capitato, Con lor nessuno è restato Se non io Molto presto un bianco manto Di neve i campi coprirà In primavera torneranno Gli stormi di gru di nuovo qua Voglio che con me in eterno Tu resti, in estate e in inverno E in qualsiasi tempo ci troviamo Noi la nostra gioia proteggiamo, Caro mio / Cara mia

Sĵérym útrom krik pĵećál'nyj Slýšu v nĵébĵe žuravlĵéj. Vsĵo prośáĵas' ulĵetáĵut Stáĵej iz rodnýkh polĵéj. Pómniš' ikh vstrĵéćat' vĵesnóĵu Vmĵéstĵe šli k rĵekĵé s tobóĵu? Kak že slućílos', nĵe znáĵu, V put' žuravlĵéj provožáĵu Ĵa odná / Ĵa odín. Skóro bĵéloj pĵelĵenóĵu Skróĵet snĵeg prostór polĵéj. No vĵernútsĵa k nam vĵesnóĵu Snóva stái žuravlĵéj. Ĵa khoćú, čto ty za mnóĵu Byl/Býla i lĵétom i zimóĵu Čtóby v lĵubóĵe nĵenást'ĵe My bĵerĵeglí našĵe sćást'ĵe, Mílyj moj / Mílaĵa. This grey morning the sad calling Of the cranes in the sky I hear They bid goodbye as they fly off From their native fields so dear In springtime – do you recall? – we Went to the creek to them all meet Don't know how this came into being But on their way I now see ‘em On my own Soon a mantle of white snowflakes Will on all the fields be lain And in springtime there will come back The flocks of cranes to us again I wish you'll be at my side here Through winter and summer, oh my dear, So that through any bad weather We'll guard our joy together, Me and you.