«Жди меня» по-английски в Воронеже

Don’t give in to pain.

Wait, when everything goes black

Under heavy rain.

Wait, when snow freezes heart,

Hides the world in haze.

Wait for me, we're not apart

Till the end of days.

Wait, when nothing gives you hope,

Nothing strengthens faith.

Wait, when at the end of rope

You feel weak like wraith.

Wait for me, I’ll find the way

To come back to you.

Wait, forget what others say.

I will make it through.

Even when my blood, my son

Lets me go for good,

Even when my friends are done,

Wait for me, you should!

Do not stop or lose belief!

Argue! Disagree!

Don’t surrender to your grief!

Don’t give up on me!

Wait for me, I WILL come back!

I will break through hell!

I’ll hold out! I’ll attack!

I will strike, rebel!

No force can conquer me,

It’s not luck or fate…

I’ll come home safe and free

Just because you wait.

They will wonder with relief,

How I stayed alive.

I’ll come back, ‘cause your belief

Helped me to survive.

Even if it's hard.

Wait in spite of all impacts

And protect your hoping heart.

Wait for me when blizzard blows,

Wait when it is scorching heat.

Fight with hopelessness sharp claws.

You must cope with it.

Wait, when letters will not come

From the farthest land.

Wait, when other's hope has gone

Like through the sieve goes sand.

Wait for me till I return

Even if they say

That it's time for hope to burn.

Blow these thoughts away.

Let my son and let my mother

Accept my fameless death.

Let my friends and all the other

Have their humble rest.

They will drink some bitter wine

For my sinner's soul.

But for you it's not a sign

To give up at all.

Wait for me until I'm back.

And spit right in the death's mug.

Let other guys, whose hope got crack

Think my survival is luck.

They will never understand

How you made me braver.

And you know, I'm still not dead

Because of you - my savior.

I'm alive and it's a wonder.

I have won in battle with the death

Because you've been waiting harder

Harder than anybody else.

Олег Кондрахин

But please wait for me.

Wait when comes an autumn term

and it rains sadly.

Wait when comes a winter term

Or when summer comes.

Wait when all the rest has lost

Hope for returns.

Wait when there are no more

Letters which could come.

Wait when expectation bores

You and everyone.

Wait for me and I'll return.

I could be in cell.

It's the fact they rely on,

Do not wish them well.

Let the mother and the son

Be sure in my death.

Let the friends drink bitter wine,

Let them feel that waste.

They could light a fire and

Make my funeral.

Don’t drink with them, just wait.

Wait, my beautiful.

Wait for me and I'll return

In spite of death and fate.

They say: you are a lucky one;

They, who do not wait.

They will never understand

How you saved me:

I just knew on burning land

That you waited me.

How I survived would know

Only I and you.

That's because you can wait more

Than any else can do.

If your faith is strong,

When the yellow rain falls down

With sadnesses along,

When the snow is sweeping up,

When the streets are hot,

When the others tomb my chance

You forget me not.

Wait for me without news

From far and far away,

When the promises are loose

And all forgot my name.

Wait for me and I will come,

You shouldn't lose your faith,

Despite the friends, who all believe,

I have met my death.

Let the mother and the son

Believe that I am dead,

Let the peers, for a while

Be a little sad,

Let them drink some bitter wine

For the peace of mine...

Wait for me and I'll return,

If you really want.

Wait for me and I will come,

All the deaths despite.

And let the people, who gave up,

To be in their right.

They could never really get,

How among the fire,

With your endless, anxious wait

You helped me stay alive.

It could be our own secret,

Of which we know-You and I-

But the answer is so simple-

Your faith helped me survive.

Wait for me, You always should

Wait and wait again.

Wait is spite of gloomy mood

Caused by drizzling rain.

Wait in spite of snow-fall,

Wait in spite of heat,

Even when the chance is small -

People say - to meet.

Wait when no letters come,

Wait at any rate.

Be for those deaf and dumb

Who is sick to wait.

Wait for me and I’ll return.

During any chat

Turn away from other men

Who believe me dead.

Let my children and my Mam

See me in the grave.

You are not to think like them,

Make Your waiting brave.

At the fire-place my mate

Drinks a mournful wine.

You just wait, and don’t drink

With a friend of mine.

Wait for me, and I’ll come soon,

Keep your patience, wait.

It was not «a silver spoon»

That controlled my fate,

Is it easy to believe?

Let me give a cue:

I was granted luck to live

Just because of You.

All my ordeals were great,

I was hurt and stung.

But You had the art to wait,

You - the only one!