Текст песни Дмитрий Быковский-Ромашов - Облака

They fly, yes for you, they fly to you
I'm screaming to them, take with me, I'm not comfortable here
But silently pull the clouds by the river turn
They don’t hear a Kozak, the wind doesn’t give them ...

Their wind is Old Man, their wind is general
He flew from distant lands, took you with him
And I would smash with a saber but chop off the wind
And I would have to get drunk and fall asleep to forget about myself

But I can’t, but I can’t, then the will is not mine
And here on this shore I will stay
Here is behind the tall grass. where the river flows
I'm here alone and there with you, tell the clouds