Текст песни Дмитрий Нартов и Андрей Яковлев - Иркутский вальс

Finished wine, a brief moment of parting,
And now the road, as the arrow fell,
But there’s no such distance yet,
So that there was no power to return here.

The overseas merchant sang about distant lands,
Where ruffled ships ruffled
But it would be simple, at least strange
And having been there, do not return here.

In the hopes and debates of my generation
For a new time, it was losing a year,
But there’s no such situation in the country,
So that it makes no sense to return here.

I stuck to you - alleys and squares,
My rivercar carry the Angara,
And no, I hope, this is so bad in life,
So that you could not return here.