Текст песни Александр Дольский - На Расстанной

Bye, bye!
There is a tradition on Rastannaya -
goodbye - fortune telling,
on the road - a conversation.
From the Nikolaev platforms
my life is gone in damage
from those moons, from those herbs
since thunderstorms ever since.
This is a sad chapter,
You cannot cross it out,
there are guilty words in it
and station eyes.

From the mirage of the Hermitage,
Mariinsky laundry floors,
and from the Nevsky landscape
whistle to the blue mountains
can only be involuntarily
from powerlessness and pain
from those milestones, from those secrets
since tears ever since.
Remember, don't remember
be lucky - return
dear names
and lost days.

Bring me, bring me
this air before the Winter,
so that through your speeches
and Fontanka, and the Cathedral,
and a window on Staronevsky -
no flower, no curtains -
from those words from those books
since those notes since.