Текст песни Николай Козлов - Песенка о Кобулети

If there is nothing else to do on a winter evening,
If the winter night knocking grust-
Remember Kobuleti, of a bygone summer -
These days, believe, really to us - not to return.
Remember Kobuleti, of a bygone summer -
These days, believe, really to us - not to return.

There, where the sea is blue, where the trees frost
Never seen the summer no end -
Wondrous melody - "Old rhapsody"
Brimming hearts of us ...
Wondrous melody - "Old rhapsody"
Brimming hearts of us ...

We wandered the shore, you touched gently, -
Like a gentle breeze, my face ...
Wondrous melody - "Old rhapsody"
Brimming hearts of us ...
Wondrous melody - "Old rhapsody"
Brimming hearts of us ...

If there is nothing else to do on a winter evening,
If the winter night knocking grust-
Remember Kobuleti, of a bygone summer -
These days, believe, really to us - not to return.
Remember Kobuleti, of a bygone summer -
These days, believe, really to us - not to return.