Две тропы позарастали Луговой, степной травой, Две тропы одной не стали, А хотели стать одной. Две реки во мгле плутали, К морю путь искали свой, Две реки одной не стали, А хотели стать одной. Две души молчат в печали Над людскою суетой, Две души одной не стали, А хотели стать одной. Две судьбы в далёкой дали. Только что тому виной? Две судьбы одной не стали, А хотели стать одной. Две судьбы одной не стали, А хотели стать одной.
Two trails have been planned Meadow, steppe grass, Two trails one did not become And they wanted to become one. Two rivers in the Molle plutged, To the sea, the way was looking for their own Two rivers one did not become And they wanted to become one. Two souls are silent in silence Over the human bustle Two souls one did not become And they wanted to become one. Two destinies were given. Just that wines? Two fates of one did not become And they wanted to become one. Two fates of one did not become And they wanted to become one.