Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Брусника

You send me a letter to risk,
Though it is all, of course, in vain.
Over late lingonberry
The dawn is cold

Again the river carries fogs
Again the beast leaves the warmth.
Ah, our old deceptions
You have become the truth now.

You could love me forever
And I would still love for a century
But he keeps autumn with a red paw
My wet shoulder.

And under a long goose cry,
Rusty litter leaves,
Over late lingonberry
The dawn is cold

August 1962, Igarka