Belyi dym podnimayetsya oblakom, Svetlym i sedym, v sinevu nebes. Slyshu shelest trav, Vizhu veresk holmov tvoih. Mir moih snov. Gomon ruch'yev, Struyashih hrustal'. Sred' vechnyh dubrav - Pokoi i svoboda..
Pale smoke rises in a cloud, Wispy and grey against the sky's blue. I hear whispering grasses, See the heather of your hillsides - Land of my dreams. Babbling brooks Flowing crystal through eternal glades - Peace and freedom...
Chas pridet, i grehi mne prostyatsya. I vstrechu ya rassvet sred' tvoih holmov. V ruku posoh vzyav, Ya brodyagoi poidu po strane Moih snov. Gde klyokot orlov, Prostershih kryla, Nad skal'noi gryadoi - Pokoi i svoboda, Pokoi i svoboda..
The hour will come when my sins are forgiven And I meet the dawn at the foot of your hills. Taking up a staff I will travel, a wanderer Through the land of my dreams Where the cries of the eagles Spreading their wings Over the stone cliffs Speak of peace and freedom Peace and freedom