Текст песни Ирка Жукова - Там, где шелестят, оседая...

Where rustle, settling,
slow river shore,
eternal gold stars
hanging above the ground as an earring.

Where no heat or thirst,
no storm, no snow, no ice -
edge, where I used to be born once
and then go to sleep forever.

Where around the tents, broad valley
voluntary fires blossomed,
echoing sing tambourines,
wet grasses rustle ...

Land's End.

But it so happened that a foreign land
I gave everything, than possessed.
Lived in pride, wandered in the wilderness,
quick changes expected.

The light of hope and the darkness of ignorance -
still perceived as gifts.
In my hands - the blood of battle,
on my feet - irons.

And neither happiness nor God
I fate in a way not promise.
Sleeping hills, swirls road
viscous heat of breathing zenith ...

God is silent.