Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Мы с тобой еще будем в Крыму

Golden Muscat accept,
Fingers stisni - as much crunch phalanx ...
My pug graying angel
we'll still be in the Crimea.

We still Isabella vine
spleen heal from the capital -
if only old age is not a hump back,
if only the sun blinded his eyes.

Wherever century had no cuckoo,
Used as a life or has placed veshek -
how salty almond nut
you and I still savor the Crimea.

Vacation days are short,
but they are repeated, by God! -
if only death perched in the leg,
if only to not take life by the lapels.

Natives Christmas Chill,
on the eve of departure to the capital
We face their posmuglevshie
zaprokinem a solar shower.

No quinces do not want to. or persimmons -
if only the sea under the sun sparks
lisch to know, leaving the Crimea:
we'll still be in the Crimea!

August 1982