Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Вальс на Чистых прудах

Tenderness melt the ice age,
only one brought forth the result:
day without you, without you age -
it is the same.
Light my cross, my friend, a bitter,
it is not a mystery to us:
each of our separations -
like a lethal outcome.
As you come in tomorrow -
with me, there is one -
Pure ponds clean shadow
nimbus hovering over us.
Stars fly with God's epaulettes,
Wind your doldonit,
coat your red fire
licking my hands.
The day will fly by, fly by night ...
God hand-led,
We may again have shelter
the roof of another house.
Discharges from the soul life clamp
İŞKUR hundred cigarettes,
but never let us understand
those who are not in our skin.