Текст песни Разлука - Гардамарины вперёд

And the gloom looks out of all the swamps from the gorges
And a funny whip will whistle over a piebald pair
You sing your melancholy flying into the darkness alone
And I alone will pay the old song

Separation is the eternal enemy of Russian dreams
Separation is the midnight thaw of happy midnight
And again the earth from under the wheels and not to hear due to thunderstorms
Neither your swords nor our tears a word for help

What trouble is doomed from century to century?
What need do we pay tribute saying goodbye to the sweethearts?
And why does this reality give us dreams
What a wondrous light over dull songs?

Maybe we don’t open happy hands
Perhaps we can harness horses forever and ever?
But the moaning north cries south and again the wheels a farewell knock
And then fate is suddenly broken about oncoming miles ...