Текст песни А.Якушева - Песня о Братске

I can’t figure it out in Bratsk,
And I would not undertake this.
Who called that there are nine Bratsk in Bratsk
And that old Bratsk lies at the bottom.

Figure out where they start
How can I take nine for one
In general, I would stay in anyone,
If you didn't expect me.

The smoke of fires on the coast is bitter,
The skies are like sails
And this strange city walks
Losing corps through the forests.

Through the forests, through the motley copses,
By the lights of the coastal nights
And it is easy and simple for him to walk
With a roadbed on your shoulder.

I will not stay and not part,
His voices are buzzing in me,
And all nine Bratsk people are looking after me,
Nine brothers are looking at me.

To me home through the barrier rumble
To the blue lights near Moscow.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad
If you didn't expect me.