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От печали до радости (Юрий Антонов)

From sadness to joy

I thought once ("To me it was seeming some-time"),
  that (our) meeting (will be) not soon
And being such immense, was lying the Earth
From the sadness to the joy, (are) rivers and mountains
From the sadness to the joy, (are) forests and fields
From the sadness to the joy, (are) rivers and mountains
From the sadness to the joy, (are) forests and fields

I wished, once, to become similar to the echo
To rush through
  (of) the leaves-fall soundless copper
From the sadness to the joy, to ride and to ride
From the sadness to the joy, to fly and to fly (or "to be flying")
From the sadness to the joy, to ride and to ride (or "to be riding")
From the sadness to the joy, to fly and to fly

But, there's no more obstacle ("but no became /of/ the obstacle")
  and there's no more distance
Our meeting - reward, you're near (me) again
From the sadness to the joy - nothing but breathing
From the sadness to the joy - at a hand's distance ("/with/ hand to give to")
From the sadness to the joy - only the breathing
From the sadness to the joy - close at hand