Текст песни И грянет мгла - из всех болот

And glyanet mist of all the wetlands of all the gorges ,
And whistle a happy whip over pinto paroyu ...
You zapoesh his longing , flying into the darkness alone,
And I 'll pay one old song .

Separation - that eternal enemy of Russian dreams,
separation - that's the midnight thief happy midnight.
And only the land from under the wheels ,
And do not hear because of thunderstorms
Neither your swords or our tears
No word on aid.

What trouble for centuries doomed?
What we need to pay tribute , saying goodbye to nice ?
And why do we need this reality gives such dreams,
What wonderful light on the songs dull ?

Perhaps we do not break the happy hands,
Perhaps we unharness the horses for all eternity ?
But moaning north, south is calling ,
Again wheels farewell knock ,
And the fate of broken suddenly
About a mile counter ...