Текст песни Владимир Скобцов - Венок сонетов.Запись 8

The fate of my saddles his horse ,
It should be at the threshold of separation
We tell each other : " With God ! "
A road lies ahead
And waiting for me.

And again with the loved person
Looking anxiety and sadness .
We have so many words left unsaid ...
But a taxi at the bottom signals
Separation is waiting for us on the porch .

Life is flying fast train
Without delay to the point of final
And outside the window flashed the meeting ,
The train rushes to eternal separation -
The final way station .

No, I 'm not afraid of separation ,
I have studied the science of losses
But here 's the thing :
There, on the porch , it is worth parting
And waiting for me ...