Текст песни Михаил Калинкин - На высоких облаках

At high clouds
Above the pines
Flies sadness, longing
Right in the autumn.
Seven woes - one answer
Laugh,
Blue sky and sun light
It remains.
Blue sky and mountains, wine,
The joy of the sun,
Let tan anyway
It remains.
It remains still
In our minds,
Let it over time
It will become fainter.

In the jumble of large cases, hands and disputes
In the back room of the soul alive mountain,
And when the wall will squeeze the severity of the breast -
You know, all the same flight will be!
That among the swamps and bogs lean,
That among the autumn and winter flare,
You're not longer a ray of light carcasses,
Reflected from the top of Cheget.

At high clouds
Above the pines
Flies sadness, longing
Right in the autumn.
Tanned, love,
Full of light,
Down the hill, we rush,
Right in the summer