Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Пока в печи горят дрова...

SCOTTISH SONG
 

While in the furnace of firewood
And timid light of day,
And mёrznet yellow grass
Under a veil of snow,
While in the furnace burning wood -
Gathered around the table,
Lit his pipe, but first
We Remember friend.

He swims in this hour of the night
God knows where,
Over opaque depth
Leads his star.
While in the furnace of firewood
And waiting for his wife,
Let it be now head
And his goal is clear.

Let swell over the cold water,
Where lost track
It will save up from the cold
Scottish multicolored plaid.
Suppose that in this day and in this hour
Among the night roads
His warm, like us,
Scottish warm grog.

There vicious winds whistle
And foamy water,
And ice clung to the rigging
Gray beard.
While in the furnace of firewood,
Gathered around the table,
About all we remember, but first
Think about it.

While raging northeaster
And freezes euonymus,
Proclaim his first toast
For those who are not here.
For those who are in foreign seas,
From the lovely places in the distance,
Instilling in the heart of pain and fear,
Downloading ships.

Let reduced long term,
Given that they were parting.
Let return to your doorstep
Their fearsome ocean.
While in the furnace of firewood
And the blizzard outside,
Zapёm grace-words
Shimmering wine.

June 1982