Текст песни Виктор Берковский-Ю.Левитанский - Дни, недели, много сотен лет

Days, weeks , many hundreds of years
We go and there is no end of the road .
In the morning, staying on the doorstep,
Women sigh us in track .

Sad about something , and vsplaknet ,
And lower the long eyelashes ,
And looking out into the distance as one
What else could she somehow dream .

Became know somebody and nobody .
For love , of course, the day a little -
But happiness somewhere to get lost
In the dark nights frontline .

We love gave only an hour
Friendship - not for long, not forever :
It is a life and if time is against us -
It then inhumanely .

Let them we still forgive :
It's a pain to exceed the shelf ,
It is many thousands of years in a row
We go , and there is no end of the road .

Hot breath of the steppes
Like wine to the last drop drained,
I once remember about you
Affectionate female stranger.

Days, weeks , many hundreds of years
We go and there is no end of the road .
In the morning, staying on the doorstep,
Women sigh us in track .