Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Мы странно встретились и странно разойдемся

We met strange and weird disperse ,
Smile, a tender romance is over ours.
But if we are in the memory of the past will return ,
Then we say - it was a mirage .

As sometimes weary desert
I see beautiful images of wonderful countries
But the ghosts , and again the blue sky ,
And walks away tired caravan.

Let me everything ghostly , hazy,
How those beautiful eyes shy deception.
We met strange and suddenly you go ,
And as fate , wandering weary caravan.