Текст песни Владимир Туриянский - Как будто в странном сне...

As if in a strange dream blowin jamb
snow- charge on the approach ...
Since the leaves in the wind in autumn fly
and life was so probably pass.

And, it seems , is gone from the shot squad
accidentally survived the chase.
And now they do not, but heard screaming as
in the distant and unknown backwater .

In the taiga not sow bread and do not bloom field
here avian scream yes eternal smoke fogs.
And so sad the evening earth
under the cries of geese caravans.

Let the bread bitter separations , but the sadness is light .
There is no indifference , no deceptions .
My fire is warm enough
under the cry of geese and eternal smoke fogs.

Surgut,
1986