Белой акации гроздья душистые [Beloy akatsii grozd’ya dushistye] [English translation]

A nightingale sang for us then for that whole night

Our town was hushed, silent buildings stood tall

And the acacia tree with its blooms so white

And sweetly fragrant made us lose control.

Gardens washed up in the spring rainy periods,

Every ravine’s underwater again

Then we were so, oh God, inexperienced,

We were so young and we were pure back then.

So years flew by and made our hair so white, oh well,

Tore all the leaves off the trees in fall gloom

Only in winter and during a snowy spell

We are reminded of acacia blooms

When the wind’s crazy and gusty and blows all night

And through the windows, you can’t see at all

Bring back acacia tree with its blooms so white

And sweetly fragrant… please, help me recall...

• Artist:Soviet Movie Songs
• Album:Дни Турбиных OST (1976)