Это значит любовь [Eto znachit lyubovʹ] [English translation]

There is no morning without night,

There is no joy without sorrow,

There is no life without death,

There is no meetings without departures.

But in the early Spring

The frost is broken;

I believe in the boundless

Springtime flood.

There is no sky without Sun,

There is no bird without wings,

There is no life without joy,

There is no day at all without love.

And every Spring

The frost is broken,

And again I believe

In the boundless flood.

I look at you in every drizzles and dew,

I hear you in every roll of the waves

And in the whisper of the forest . . .

I want to be with you weekends and weekdays,

Winter and summer, night and day . . .

To make one our breathing,

Smiles and tears . . .

All of this simply means love!

There is no morning without night,

There is no joy without sorrow,

There is no life without death,

There is no meetings without departures . . .

But remember, my friend:

There is no bird without wings!

There is no sky without Sun,

There is no day at all without love.

• Artist:Edita Piekha