Текст песни Гардемарины - Разлука

And the blades of all the swamps are glanced, of all Tesnin,
And will witness the cheerful whip over Peg Stear,
You feed your longing, flying in darkness one,
And I'm the same song of the song.

Separation - here is the enemy enemy of Russian dreams,
Glutto - here is the midnight to get a happy midnight.
And only earth from under the wheels, and do not hear due to thunderstorm
Neither your sword, nor our tears, no words about help!

What trouble from the century is doomed,
What is the need we pay tribute, say goodbye to cute?
And for what this yawa gives us such a dream,
What is the wonderful light over the songs sad?

Perhaps we do not smell happy hands,
Perhaps we straighten the horses forever ...
But moans north, shouts south, and only the wheels farewell knock,
And the fate is broken suddenly about the versts of the counter!