Текст песни Гужевая Повозка - Тучка

(verses - M. Lermontov)

A golden cloud slept
on the chest of a giant cliff
In the morning she rushed away early
It's fun to play across the azure.

But there was a wet trace in the wrinkle
The old cliff. Alone
He stands, thought deeply,
And he cries softly in the desert.

Aqu? llegaba para entretenerse
en el pecho del pe? asco-belicano
para que desaparecer por la ma? ana
riendose una nubecilla dorada.

(free translation - K. Tarnovsky, 2013)