Текст песни Леонид Ваксман - На берегах Таватуя

On the shores of Tavatuya
The evening lies down lazily
On the shores of Tavatuya
Quietly yearns the string.
The moon is shining golden
A lamp hung crookedly
And on a swampy beach
A wave splashes softly.

So sometimes comes up
Silent this minute
The results themselves
Will stand in an invisible order,
From disgusting boudins
It will become sad for someone
And reluctance anywhere
And even more so home.

The bill is endless in loss
A bunch of shells go down,
Not feeling short
In ammunition, fate.
Time will wash everything away, forget it
Those who left are household members,
No matter how loved, but still
Human memory is weak.

Everything will go round and round
Just a little different
Cloud plow will dispose
From the far reaches of the caravan.
Again the string under your hand
A strange bird cry
On the shores of Tavatuya
Young grass again.