Текст песни Александр Городницкий - На материк

From evil longing is not a matter -
Today you are without alcohol drunk:
On the mainland, on the mainland
The last caravan goes.

Again Purga, again winter
Will come, blinking links.
Go to run, go crazy
Now it's late for me.

Here are sad things,
Mountains are breathing hotly
And the memory is long
Green carcass on the shoulder.

I'm up to spring, to the ship
Do not live ever.
I will not be deep to me
And the stone will fall to me on the chest.

From evil longing is not a matter -
Today you are without alcohol drunk:
On the mainland, on the mainland
The last caravan was gone.
1960, Leningrad