Текст песни Крестные Отцы - На знакомой скамье

On the familiar bench we have not come across Dawn
 Only his heart, I call you all the time.
 That's really withered poplar - white showered down from the branches,
 Zameteli road zaporoshil trail.

 I do not find it, do not shake your hand tanned,
 And notes worrying about the meeting you do not read,
 And your smile, that I was so caressed and warmed
 No lips or eyes do not catch on the fly.

 So someone else can older, maybe younger
 I love you harder, stronger, more tender than I am.
 Only your image dear to me is still the heart of worries
 And I care about the memory of the garden and a bench.

 So it did not work out the way I dreamed as dreamed once,
 So you did not expect, so the correspondence was conducted in vain.
 I do not blame you - not easy to wait for a soldier for three years,
 A friend will write that I waited.