Текст песни Елена Камбурова - Песня о разлуке

And glyanet mist of all the marshes, of all the gorges,
And whistle a cheerful whip over pinto paroyu ...
You zapoesh 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 happy midnight.
And only the ground from under the wheels,
And do not hear because of thunderstorms
None of your swords, not our tears,
No word on care.

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 dull?

Perhaps we do not break the happy hands,
Perhaps we unhitch the horses forever?
But moaning north, the south is calling,
Once again, the wheels farewell knock
And the fate of the broken suddenly
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