Текст песни Татьяна Лютаева - И грянет мгла...

And glyanet mist of all the swamps of all the gorges,
And whistle a cheerful whip over paroyu pinto,
You zapoёsh his longing, flying into the darkness alone,
And I'll pay one old song.

Separation - that eternal enemy of Russian dreams,
Separation - that's the midnight thief schactlivoy midnight.
It was only the land from under the wheels,
And do not hear due to thunderstorms
Neither your swords, not our tears, no words for help!

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 a wonderful light on the songs sad?

Perhaps we do not break the happy hands,
Perhaps we unharness the horses for all eternity ...
But moaning north, the south is calling,
Only wheels farewell knock,
And now fate suddenly broken
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