Текст песни Александp Дольский - Я летал по ночам над Европой

I flew at night over Europe,
Siberia winter rolled,
and potatoes with dill July
I inhaled with modernist paintings,
and I met with friends, like the wind,
that fills the soul of my chest,
and shared, and a note, and a meter,
and sorrow, and pain a little bit.
Eases my sadness and adversity
near Moscow, ocher and copper,
and the sovereign Neva water
and Ural river Iset.
And I repeated nature lessons
and people studying for things,
Roma and god of the road
I sacrifice my devoted.
And the two women to me to the grave
above makovok white churches -
I gave the world one,
and the other - three sons.
And over the years, sad and expensive
on the edges of the motherland spruce,
Roads its roads
not bright, neteply April.

1984