Текст песни Аня Воробей - Над запреткой туман

Above the ban fog, fog
Rain, like spiked beads glistens
And in my heart the pain of old wounds
And the soul hurts in the weather

Where are all those who loved us
Who once gave us flowers
Those we are in the early hours
Woke in a kiss in love

Remember us, only children and mother
Happy birthday telegram not sent
We don’t have patience,
Only years go, go

We should be forgiven of sins
But we ourselves forgive you
Ah, you are Russian men,
You, now a business class

Above the ban fog, fog
Rain, like spiked beads glistens
And in my heart the pain of old wounds
And the soul hurts in the weather

Remember us, only children and mother
Happy birthday telegram not sent
We don’t have patience,
Only years go, go