Текст песни Хелависа - Ночной разговор

Bulat Okudzhava

- My horse trafficking. My shoes were joined.
Where do I go? Tell me, be kind.
- along the Red River, my joy, along the Red River,
to the blue mountain, my joy, to the blue mountain,

- And how can I drive there? Trew my horse.
Tell me, please, how can I drive there?
- on a clear fire, my joy, on a clear fire,
Go on fire, my joy can be easily easily.

- Where is that clear fire? Why not burning?
For a hundred years, I support the sky with a night shoulder ...
- the lamprik was needed to light, yes, probably sleeps,
Flashler sleeps, my joy, and I have nothing to do with it.

And again he rides alone without the road in darkness.

Where he goes, because the night came down to his eyes! ..
- What did you lose, my joy? - I shout to him.
And he replies: - Oh, if I knew it myself ...

1962.