Текст песни Юрий Панюшкин - Скрывается солнце...

It hides the sun for further spruce,
And the evening comes in the arms of a snowstorm.
In a desperate waltz turned the hill,
A tent is the music of our dreams.

Behind those mountains, drawn by the spring,
It is necessary to train our fallow green,
And this train with you, we are sad,
With so quietly end of winter.

Guys, guys, all the time,
We are once nomadic leave.
But our concerns, hopes and flags
Give way to another stroller.

And the sun will disappear behind a distant spruce,
And the evening will be back in the arms of a snowstorm.
And the white sheet of snow waltz
In the tent far someone will dream.