Текст песни Борис Циммерман - Я живу у истока

I live at the source,
And you live somewhere in the lower reaches of the river.
I do not have the address you write on the wings of the swallows,
Let the light of their wings.
I'm writing you a letter on each sheet,
Sail down the river.
I have a bag, but if you say,
I can go to the way light.

My house on stilts, and I get there on foot,
As soon as the water subsides.
And you swimming in the boat, and after the spill
You rarely come out here.
And I find your boat
Going down the river.
And I look at it
And bare footprints in the wet sand.

Soon, the summer is ended, go gray trees,
The leaves are falling, there is no end of letters.
But only the birds fly south for you,
God forbid they do not meet in the way of lead.
Soon there will be cold, there is nothing to hide me
It will soon be time to go.
How to know what you're thinking, but I still think,
We will meet somewhere in the middle of the path.