Текст песни Татьяна Лютаева - И грянет мгла...

And glyanet mist of all the wetlands of all the gorges ,
And whistle a cheerful whip over pinto paroyu ,
You zapoёsh his longing , flying into the darkness alone,
And I 'll pay one old song .

Separation - that eternal enemy of Russian dreams,
Separation - that's the midnight thief schactlivoy midnight.
And only the land from under the wheels ,
And do not hear because of thunderstorms
Neither your swords , or our tears, no words for help!

What trouble for centuries doomed
What we need to pay tribute , saying goodbye to nice ?
And why do we need this reality gives such dreams,
What wonderful light on the songs dull ?

Perhaps we do not break the happy hands,
Perhaps we unharness the horses forever ...
But moaning north, south is calling ,
And only the wheels farewell knock ,
And the fate of broken suddenly
About vёrsty counter !