Текст песни Татьяна Петрова - Прощальная песня

FAREWELL SONG
 

I will leave this village ...
The river will be covered with ice
The doors will creak at night
There will be dirt in the yard deep.

Mother will come and fall asleep without a smile ...
And in the lost gray land
That night by the birch bark swell
You will pay for my treason.

So why screw up your eyelashes
In a deaf swamp stump
Ripe cranberries, like a good bird,
You fed me from the palm of your hand?

Do you hear the wind rustling in the barn?
Do you hear my daughter laughing in her sleep?
Maybe angels play with her
And under the sky are carried away with her ...

Do not be sad at the quivering pier,
Do not wait for the ship in the spring!
Better drink come on goodbye
For a short tenderness in the chest.

You and I are like different birds
What can we expect on one shore?
Maybe I can come back
Maybe I can never ...

You do not know how at night along the trails
Behind, wherever I go
Someone overtaking stomp
I hear everything, as if delirious.

But one day I’ll remember cranberries,
About your love in the gray land -
And I will send you a wonderful doll
Like your last tale.

To a girl shaking a doll,
I never sat alone.
- Mom, mommy! What a doll!
And she blinks, and she cries ...

[1966]