Чайка [Chayka] [English translation]

Seventh Heaven is perhaps too low for you,

The wind of fate does not stop you.

Look, there's a trace on the shore,

A trace on that shore

And every evening, tired shoulders

carry the miles to the east.

Chorus:

And you were waiting for spring so badly!

And you were waiting for spring so badly!

Strong, tender and clear,

For (it is ) just like love.

People from the left, hidden miracle from the right,

A fresh look saves you on time.

Look, there's a trace on the shore,

A trace on that shore

And every evening, tired shoulders

carry the miiles to the east.

Chorus

For (it is) just like your love!

Chorus

• Artist:Svyatoslav Vakarchuk
• Album:Вночі (Vnochi) 2008