Текст песни Валентина Понаморева - И глянет мгла.

And glyanet mist of all the marshes and all the gorges,
And whistle a cheerful whip over pinto paroyu,
You zapoesh 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 happy midnight.
And only the ground from under the wheels,
And do not hear because of thunderstorms
None of your swords, not our tears,
No word on care.

What trouble over the centuries are doomed?
What we need to pay tribute, saying goodbye to the sweet?
And from what we have this reality gives these dreams,
What a wonderful light on the songs dull?
Maybe we do not break the happy hands?
Perhaps we unhitch the horses forever?
But moaning north, south shouts
Once again, the wheels farewell knock
And the fate of the broken suddenly
About a mile so vstrechnye.Vot