От печали до радости [Ot pechali do radosti] [English translation]

Once I thought our meeting won't be tomorrow,

For the Earth seemed immense

For encounter chance.

From sorrow to jollity rivers and mountains

From sorrow to jollity forests and lands.

From sorrow to jollity rivers and mountains

From sorrow to jollity forests and lands.

Once I wanted resemble the echo:

Race through voiceless copper of fall

From sorrow to jollity we go and we go by

From sorrow to jollity we fly and we fly.

From sorrow to jollity we go and we go by

From sorrow to jollity we fly and we fly.

But there's no more obstacle, no distance.

Our meeting 's a miracle: you are in my band.

From sorrow to jollity there's one breath only

For sorrow and jollity is near, at hand.

From sorrow to jollity there's one breath only

For sorrow and jollity is near, at hand.

Translated by Tatyana Alexandra Rogach

The joy of the Lord is my strength.

• Artist:Yuri Antonov