Текст песни Камбурова Елена - Песня о разлуке

Composer: Viktor Lebedev

And glyanet mist of all the marshes and all the gorges,
And whistle a cheerful whip over pinto paroyu.
You zapoesh his longing, flying into the darkness alone,
And I, alone, will pay an old song.

Separation - that eternal enemy of Russian dreams.
Separation - that's the midnight thief in the midnight happy,
And only the ground from under the wheels, and does not hear because of thunderstorms
None of your swords, not our tears, no words of support.

What trouble over the centuries are doomed?
What we need to pay tribute, saying goodbye to the sweet?
And why do we need this reality gives these dreams,
What - wonderful light on the songs dull?

Perhaps we do not break the happy hands?
Perhaps we unhitch the horses forever?
But moaning north, the south is calling, and again the sound of the wheels farewell,
And the fate of the broken suddenly mile counter.