Текст песни Игорь и Марина Саркисовы - Сон

I dreamed I was running
Along the rivulet picking flowers
I saw you on the other side
And I do not believe - it's you or not you.

You stand and look into the blue distance
Quietly sing a song about something
About mine without guessing sadness,
You are waiting for someone, not just me.

The road is far from you
For rapids - like a thousand miles
That river wouldn’t wash my boat,
I would have brought you to my shore.

Only a fine fellow reached the middle,
But the old boat is flowing - that's the trouble!
I'm tired of rowing, and finally
Crazy water splashes in the throat.

A bouquet of weakened hands
Dropped and swims in stormy waves
Black will of separation river
Holds the path to your beautiful hands.

The sun has disappeared, peace and quiet are everywhere
The stars bloomed in the sky
And my sadness fell asleep with me
In the blue shroud of the separation river.

I dreamed I was running
Along the rivulet picking flowers
I saw you on the other side
And I do not believe - it's you or not you.