Текст песни Виктор Берковский-Ю.Левитанский - Дни, недели, много сотен лет

Days, weeks, many hundreds of years
We go and there is no end of the road.
On the morning of staying on the doorstep,
Women sigh us in the trail.

Sad about something, and vsplaknet,
And lowered long eyelashes,
And looking into the distance like the leaves,
What's it like a dream.

Who became a close somebody and nobody.
For love, of course, the day a little -
But happiness is somewhere to get lost
In the dark nights of the frontline.

We love gave only an hour,
Friendship - while, not forever:
This is life and if time is against us -
That's it then inhuman.

Let them have yet simple:
It's a pain exceeded the time limits
It is thousands of years in a row
We go, and there is no end of the road.

The hot breath of the steppes
Like wine to the last drop draining,
I once remember about you,
Affectionate female stranger.

Days, weeks, many hundreds of years
We go and there is no end of the road.
On the morning of staying on the doorstep,
Women sigh us in the trail.