Текст песни Александра Пахмутова - Русский вальс

Song of sorrow. The far distance.
The faces of people are simple ...
My faith, my conscience,
My song is Russia.
Time gives a grievous ball
In the Winter Palace, longing.
I pass into the marble hall
White your blizzard.

Russian waltz is a trembling circle of the sun and blizzard.
Dear friend, here are the years of separation ...
Dear friend, here come the years of love ...
Russian waltz, - bless our love!

My life is Russia. Grief and sadness.
Your stars are gray ...
From afar I will return
Your song, Russia.
All forgetting and not grieving,
You can live away ...
But without you, but without you
I have no love.

Russian waltz is a trembling circle of the sun and blizzard.
Dear friend, here are the years of separation ...
Dear friend, here come the years of love ...
Russian waltz, - bless our love!

Spring meadows, righteous words
I will protect the sprouts myself.
My faith, my daring,
My song is Russia.
Time gives a grievous ball
In the Winter Palace, longing.
I pass into the marble hall
White your blizzard.

Russian waltz is a trembling circle of the sun and blizzard.
Dear friend, here are the years of separation ...
Dear friend, here come the years of love ...
Russian waltz, - bless our love!