Текст песни Андрей Буров - Старая дачная песня

Old country song

                  Boris Gordon

In the arches of the bridge, in the frame of lace
A river floats to the sky.
Country houses will circulate
They will flicker, flicker ...

Warm autumn - a rarity, right -
Gold with blue.
It will pass like a dream, like fame
Like trains, like smoke.

It will pass, it will not happen again
The memory will remain
So that we agree on a meeting
If we part.

In the crowds of tram and train stations,
In these rains and dregs
In these houses near Kazan
Somewhere, somewhere

I will run on wet rails
In this autumn light
I will fly by mail flight
If not ordinary.

It will be winter. Filled up with snow
Gold with blue.
The Volga will merge with the sky again
With the sky completely gray.

Country houses will swirl,
They will be empty.
And on the dying windows of the cold
Will paint flowers.

We are on the empty night platform
We enter the frozen car.
Maybe hope will catch us
Maybe she’ll leave like a dream.

Country houses will swirl,
Will they be ...