Утром на
рассвете буду слушать ветер
Utrom na rassvete budu slushat' veter
In morning at dawn will [I]
listen [to the] wind
Может в нём
услышу я Тебя
Mozhet v nom uslyshu ya Tebya
Maybe in it can hear I You
(Ie, maybe I can hear you in it)
Знаю что на
свете знаю больше нету
Znayu chto na svete znayu bol'she netu
[I] know that in [the] world [I] know anymore no
(Ie, I know that in the world I know nothing
more)
Вот такой
любви как у Тебя
Vot takoy lyubvi kak u Tebya
Here [is] such love as You
have.
Голос Твой как
птица над землёй кружится
Golos Tvoy kak ptitsa nad zemloy kruzhitsya
Voice [of] Yours [is] like
[a] bird above [the] earth circling
и зовёт усталые сердца
i zovyot ustalyye serdtsa
and calling tired hearts
и лучами жарко
в душу мне ложиться
i luchami zharko v dushu mne lozhit'sya
and the rays hot in soul [of]
mine me to lie down
и все манит
без конца
i vse manit bez kontsa
and all beckons without end.
Нежный нежный голос Иисуса голос
Nezhnyy nezhnyy golos Iisusa golos
Sweet, sweet voice, Jesus' voice
В шелесте
листвы, и в сильных в море волнах
V sheleste listvy, i v sil'nykh v more volnakh
In [the] rustle [of] leaves, and in [the] strong in [of
the] sea waves
(Ie, in the rustle of leaves, and in the
strong waves of the sea
В тихом дуновении,
дуновении ветра
V tikhom dunovenii,
dunovenii vetra
In quiet breath, breath [of]
wind
И в рассказе
солнца, и в призыве неба
I v rasskaze solntsa, i v prizyve neba
And in [the] story [of the]
sun, and in [the] call of heaven/sky
Шепчет о любви
Он, счастье и покое
Shepchet o lyubvi On, schast'ye i pokoye
Whispers about love He,
happiness and peace
И о том что в
бурю Он тебя укроет
I o tom chto v buryu On tebya ukroyet
And concerning that that in
[the] storm He you will cover
Только ты
послушай
Tol'ko ty poslushay
Just you listen
И открой всю
душу для Него
I otkroy vsyu dushu dlya Nego
And open entire soul for Him
Утром на
рассвете буду слушать ветер
Utrom na rassvete budu slushat' veter
[In the] morning at dawn [I]
will listen [to the] wind
может в нём
услышу я Тебя
mozhet v nom uslyshu ya Tebya
Maybe in it can hear I You
(Ie, maybe I can hear you in it)
знаю что на
свете знаю больше нету
znayu chto na svete znayu bol'she netu
[I] know that in [the] world [I] know anymore no
(Ie, I know that in the world I know nothing
more)
вот такой
любви как у Тебя
vot takoy lyubvi kak u Tebya
Here [is] such love as You
have.
У любви Исуса
сила и прощение
U lyubvi Isusa sila i proshcheniye
By [the] love [of] Jesus power and forgiveness
(Ie, Jesus' love has power and forgiveness)
Ты зовёшь всех
странников к Себе
Ty zovosh' vsekh strannikov k Sebe
You call all [the] wanderers to
Yourself
Терпеливо,
долго ждёшь чтоб дать спасенье
Terpelivo, dolgo zhdyosh' chtob dat' spasen'ye
Patiently, at length [You]
wait in order to give salvation
Ты во всём мой
Бог и Ты везде
Ty vo vsom moy Bog i Ty vezde
You [are] my God and You
[are] everywhere.
Утром на
рассвете я Тебя услышу
Utrom na rassvete ya Tebya uslyshu
[In the] morning at dawn I
You will hear
Поспешу, в молитве преклонюсь
Pospeshu, v molitve preklonyus'
[I] will hasten in prayer to
bow
Голос Твой во
всём, что здесь живёт и дышит
Golos Tvoy vo vsom, chto zdes' zhivot i dyshit
Voice [of] Yours in
everything, that here lives and breathes
В нем краса
любви Твоей Иисус
V nem krasa lyubvi Tvoyey Iisus
In it [the] beauty [of] love
[of] Yours, Jesus
Голос Твой как
птица над землёй кружится
Golos Tvoy kak ptitsa nad zemloy kruzhitsya
Voice [of] Yours [is] like
[a] bird above [the] earth circling
и зовёт усталые сердца
i zovot ustalyye serdtsa
and calling tired hearts
и лучами жарко в душу мне ложится
i luchami zharko v dushu mne lozhitsya
and the rays hot in soul [of]
mine me to lie down
И всё манит без конца
I vso manit bez kontsa
and all beckons without end.
Another music video version is here, featuring Groupa Melodiya.
English Version----
In the morning at dawn, I will listen to the wind—
Perhaps I can hear You in it.
I know that in the world I know that
there is nothing like Your love.
Your voice is like a bird above the ground circling
and calling tired hearts—
and the rays are so warm in my soul—to lie down
and all beckons without end.
Sweet, sweet voice, Jesus' voice,
In the rustle of leaves, and in the strong waves of the sea,
In the story of the sun, and in the call of heaven,
He whispers about love, happiness, and peace,
and that in the midst of the storm He will cover you—
Just you listen,
And open your whole heart to Him.
In the morning at dawn I will listen to the wind—
Perhaps I can hear You in it.
I know that in the world I know that
there is nothing like Your love.
Jesus' love has power and forgiveness—
You call the wanderers to Yourself;
Patiently, at length, You wait in order to give salvation.
You are my God and You are everywhere.
In the morning at dawn I will hear You.
I will hasten in prayer to bow.
You voice is in everything here that lives and breathes;
In it is the beauty of Your love, Jesus.
Your voice is like a bird above the ground circling
and calling tired hearts—
and the rays are so warm in my soul—to lie down
and all beckons without end.
Perhaps I can hear You in it.
I know that in the world I know that
there is nothing like Your love.
Your voice is like a bird above the ground circling
and calling tired hearts—
and the rays are so warm in my soul—to lie down
and all beckons without end.
Sweet, sweet voice, Jesus' voice,
In the rustle of leaves, and in the strong waves of the sea,
In the story of the sun, and in the call of heaven,
He whispers about love, happiness, and peace,
and that in the midst of the storm He will cover you—
Just you listen,
And open your whole heart to Him.
In the morning at dawn I will listen to the wind—
Perhaps I can hear You in it.
I know that in the world I know that
there is nothing like Your love.
Jesus' love has power and forgiveness—
You call the wanderers to Yourself;
Patiently, at length, You wait in order to give salvation.
You are my God and You are everywhere.
In the morning at dawn I will hear You.
I will hasten in prayer to bow.
You voice is in everything here that lives and breathes;
In it is the beauty of Your love, Jesus.
Your voice is like a bird above the ground circling
and calling tired hearts—
and the rays are so warm in my soul—to lie down
and all beckons without end.