Текст песни C. Тарасова - Разлука

And glyanet mist of all the marshes and all the Hands,
 And whistle a cheerful whip over pinto paroyu.
 You zapoёsh his longing, flying into the darkness alone,
 And I'm one zaplAchu old song.
 Separation - that eternal enemy of Russian dreams!
 Separation - that the midnight dance happy midnight.
 And only the land from under the wheels,
 And do not hear due to thunderstorms
 Neither your swords, not our tears, no words of support.
 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 such dreams
 What a wonderful light on the songs sad? ..
 Perhaps we do not break the happy hands?
 Perhaps we unharness the horses for all eternity? ..
 But north moans, cries south
 Again farewell knock the wheels,
 And now, the fate of the broken suddenly vёrsty counter ...