Текст песни Владимир Туриянский - Как будто в странном сне...

As if in a strange dream blowin jamb
from snow to charge entry ...
Since the leaves in the wind in autumn fly,
and a life like that, probably passes.

And, it seems, the shot went squad
accident survived the chase.
And now they are not, but heard as shout
in the distant and unknown backwater.

In the taiga not sow grain and flower fields
Here bird cry so eternal smoke fog.
And the sad part because the land
the cries of geese caravans.

Let the bread bitter partings, but grief is light.
There is neither indifference nor deceptions.
My fire is enough heat
the cries of geese and eternal smoke fog.

Surgut,
1986