Текст песни Юрий Щербаков - Сон

In half-day heat in the Valley of Dagestan
With lead in chest lay real estate i
Deeply smoked the wound
Along the blood, my blood rushed.

I lay alone on the sand of the valley,
The ledges of the cliffs were crowded around
And the sun harrow their yellow tops
And I burned me, and I slept dead sleep.

And dreamed of me shining with lights
Evening feast in the ridden side,
Between the young john, crowned with flowers,
There was a conversation fun about me.

And in the conversation fun without entering
Sitting there is thought alone,
And in the sad sleep of the soul of her mladay
God knows what was immersed.

And dreamed of her Valley Dagestan
Familiar corpse lying in the valley of that
In his chest, smoking Chernela Rana,
And the blood flowed the crewing jet.