Текст песни Михаил Калинкин - На высоких облаках

At high clouds
above the pines
Flies sadness, longing
Right in the autumn.
Seven woes - one answer
laugh ,
Blue sky and sun light
Remains.
Blue sky and mountains, wine,
The joy of the sun,
Let tan anyway
Remains.
Remains still
In our souls ,
Let eventually it
Become fainter .

In cases of large mess , hands and disputes
In the back room of the soul alive mountains
And when the wall will squeeze the severity of the breast -
You know, all the same flight will be , will be!
That among the swamps and bogs lean ,
That among the autumn and winter flare ,
You no longer carcasses ray of light ,
Reflected from the top of Cheget .

At high clouds
above the pines
Flies sadness, longing
Right in the autumn.
Tanned , love,
Full of light ,
Rushing down the hill we
Right in the summer