Текст песни Борис Циммерман - Я живу у истока

I live at the source
And you live somewhere in the lower reaches of the river.
I don’t have an address, you write on the wings of swallows,
May their wings be light.
I am writing you letters on every sheet,
Sailing down the river.
I have a bag, but if you say
I can hit the road light.

My stilt house and I get there on foot
As soon as the water subsides.
And you swim in the boat, and after the spill
You rarely come here.
And I find your boat
Going down the river.
And I look at her
And on bare footprints in the wet sand.

Summer will end soon, trees turn gray
Leaves are falling, there is no end to letters.
But the birds fly only south to you
May God grant them not to meet lead on the way.
Soon it will be cold, I have nothing to hide
Soon there will be time to go.
How would you know what you think, but I still think
We will meet somewhere in the middle of the road.