По высокой траве [Po vysokoj trave] [English translation]

How many winters, how many summers*

How much has flown away

How many lifetime have passed

How many people have passed away without me

I've returned home, gray hair on the temples

??? in far away places

And with medals on the chest

On the tall, tall grass

I will walk proudly

Take a deep breath of air from these fields

I have long forgotten this taste

Я пройду в полный рост

Мной давно позабытый на вкус

In the haystacks

There is a golden stubble

I'll step on it with my bare feet

To feel the warmth of the earth

After a couple of steps

The field recognized me

And says, welcome back home

Welcome home, old man

Я пройду в полный рост

Мной давно позабытый на вкус

Not even a stake, not a even a backyard

Someone will say in contempt

You have nothing, you saved nothing

Only served and believed in faith and truth

There is no one richer than me

In this world since then

Since I have been back

Since I have walked on it with my bare feet

• Artist:Lyube