Текст песни Пикник - Колдыри да колдобины. Наверно это про Сланцы.

(E.Shklyarsky)

One can see the edge of my special,
I do not believe myself:
Koldyri yes potholes,
And around miracles.

As the root podrubleny,
Instead of falling, no.
Sami though ruined,
And their faces light.

Wanderers likened,
In the half-light, half-asleep,
Koldyri yes potholes -
With flowers on the ground.

Here the sound of not frown,
So it opened.
When he climbed up a notch -
What else it will fall to the bottom.

Among the shattered streets
Oh, what is there not.
Koldyri yes potholes,
The vision in a dream.

And looking askance,
So it opened.
If the ...
What else ...

One can see the edge of my special ...

Koldyri yes potholes ...