The Song of a Merry Wind

Music by Isaak Dunaevsky
Lyrics by Vasily Lebedev-Kumach
Translated by Vladimir Reznikov


Go on and sing your windy song, my merry gale*
My merry gale, my merry gale,
You’ve seen the seas and all the mountains and dales
And all the tunes you know in this world.
Sing of peaks that are wild and friendless,
Of the secrets below the waves
Of birds, their talks and feathers, of oceans blue and endless
Of people who are great and brave.

If you’re fearless and willful and daring,
Join us, friend, both in spirit and song…
You laugh if you’re merry,
You’ll win if you don’t tarry
And if you seek, you’ll find what’s sought.

Go on and sing your windy song, my merry gale
My merry gale, my merry gale,
You’ve seen the seas and all the mountains and dales
And all the tunes you know in this world.
Sing, my wind, of the thickets and forests,
Of the intricate trail of a beast,
Of whispered moonlit stories, of muscles steel and glorious,
Of battles won and proud feats

Refrain


Go on and sing your windy song, my merry gale
My merry gale, my merry gale,
You’ve seen the seas and all the mountains and dales
And all the tunes you know in this world.
Sing of valor, of courage and glory,
Of the heroes of science and war:
To set the heart on fire and spark a true desire
To best the ones who came before…

Refrain

Go on and sing your windy song, my merry gale
My merry gale, my merry gale,
You’ve seen the seas and all the mountains and dales
And all the tunes you know in this world.
Sing a melody, vast and embracing
All the tunes ‘round the world in the spring…
That leaves the trumpets blazing, our lips in tune and racing
And makes us laugh and skip and spring…

            

*A gale is a strong wind