Текст песни Камбурова Елена - Песня о разлуке

Composer: Viktor Lebedev

And glyanet mist of all the wetlands and all the gorges,
And whistle a happy whip over pinto paroyu.
You zapoesh his longing, flying into the darkness alone,
And I, alone, will pay an old song.

Separation - that eternal enemy of Russian dreams.
Separation - that's the midnight thief in the happy midnight,
And only the land from under the wheels, and not hear because of thunderstorms
Neither your swords, or our tears, no words for help.

What trouble for centuries doomed?
What we need to pay tribute, saying goodbye to nice?
And why do we need this reality gives such dreams,
That - wonderful light on the songs dull?

Perhaps we do not break the happy hands?
Perhaps we unharness the horses for all eternity?
But moaning north, the south is calling, and again the wheels farewell knock,
And suddenly broken fate of a mile counter.