Текст песни Магаданское небо. С.Загва - Приморили, гады, приморили

Do not cry, my friend, that roses wither,
They're back to blossom.
And you cry, that years young
You and I will not come back.

Zagubili, reptiles, ruined,
They took my volyushku ...
Golden curls shaved to hell
And went to chop the taiga.

That Path I was lonely.
People walk freely on the ground,
Only I, throwing a cloak,
It was one towards the evil fate.

Sounded plaintive chords,
They ran fingers over the frets.
I remember edge home
And your delicate as a rose, mill.

Life is gone, as in the fairy tale untold,
All went without thinking about me ...
I was homesick with guitar
On the side of the opponent's Kolyma ...

Primorye, reptiles, Primorye,
Volyushku ruined my ...
Golden curls turned gray,
I'm standing on the edge of a precipice.