Текст песни Петр Налич - Зачарованная даль

There are so few of us left
We are still tormented by sadness.
The reserved road -
Enchanted distance.

Everything is painfully familiar here
Here are the native shores.
And the road leads to the house
Through adversity and centuries.

At the birthmark
Cherries will bloom again.
Here is the best of God
Here they are waiting for me like a god.

The music will rise again
Revives forest piano.
And our song will rise again
Enchanted distance.

Home, forest edges,
The way home and light and sadness.
Reserved Russia,
Enchanted Russia.