Текст песни Вадим Пьянков - Киевский вальс

What edge to us
Brought you, childhood friends,
And how cities
Pray to friends
What lights start?

And we rushed in the city hero,
To believe in the death of heroes,
Where trees are running
In the mountain, above the water,
Barefoot on the ground naked ...

Light golden paradise
Lights of urban cuisines,
To in hell of our souls
Drained sadness
Under the lamp of the tuski dim.

We drink days to the bottom
But the bottomless wines of the night ...
Drink, as long as the day
Some remain
Conversations, and mouths cortic.

Somewhere near the chock smoke
And the fogs carry the wind ...
But the domes are burning
On grief over Dnipro,
Over the font of the native faith!

What edge to us
Brought you, childhood friends,
And how cities
Pray to friends
What lights start?

February 1986