Текст песни Илья Чехов - Где ты

She is so -
she flies high, high.
I'm somewhere on the edge
I'm far from her.
She is laughing,
she laughs at the words.
What's left?
But what - we live the same:

where are you, my blue-eyed, where? -
in Vologda, where, in Vologda, where ...
Wait, I'll bridle the horse,
you will be mine!

She won't say
yes I know - the heart is anxious in the chest.
Don't even think
don't go to that highway.
The sun will rise
the snow will melt: do not curse the fellow,
look in the window
and greet at the porch.

I. Chekhov