From the movie Seventeen Moments of Spring after R.Rojdestvensky

Songs of Standartenführer Shtirlits

Oh, Motherland

I beg you, just  a little while

My sharp pain, you should leave me off.

Cloud like,  gray gloom cloud like

Let you fly to my own home sharp

From here to the native  home then.

My sea shore, show yourself in far

As an edge, thinny-thinny line.

My dear  shore, gentle dear my shore,

Oh, to you, dear, I would stubbornly swim

To swim up at least sometime.

Somewhere far, somewhere very far

It's raining torrential mushrooms.

Right by the river, in a small garden there

The cherries are ripe, leaning close to the ground.

Somewhere far away, in memory mine

Now, as in childhood, it's fondly warm,

Alack, though the memory is hidden

Under a such profound   snows.

You, the heavy  storm,  give me seep  a drink,

Not to death but to satiety

Here again, like the last my time,

I keep looking up at the blue sky

It's like I'm looking for an answer there

Moments-instants

Don't think about seconds haughtily

The time will come, you will perceive, possibility -

They whistle like bullets at your temple,

Moments-instants,Moments-instants and instants

Instants  compressed sometimes into fool years

Instants compressed actually into centuries

And sometimes I don't really understand

Where is the first moment, where is it ending

But every instant  has its own reason

Own golden bells, own  mark indelible.

Instants distribute - whom a shame,

To whom is dishonor, and to whom immortality.

Rain is woven from such  tiny instants -

Water is flowing from heaven ordinary

And sometimes you wait almost half your life,

When it comes, your instant

It will do come, big as a deep sip,

A sip of water during the heat…

In general, you just need to follow the duty

From the first moment to the last.

Don't think about seconds haughtily

The time will come, you will perceive, possibility -

They whistle like bullets at your temple,

Moments-instants,Moments-instants and instants.