Текст песни Андрей Буров - Старая дачная песня

Old country song

                  Boris Gordon

In the arches of the bridge, in the frame of lace
To the sky the river floats.
Country houses will spin
Will flicker, flicker ...

Warm autumn - a rarity, right -
Gold with blue.
It will pass, like a dream, like glory
Like trains, like smoke.

It will pass, will not happen again.
The memory will remain
To us about the meeting conspired
If we part.

In crowds of tram and train stations,
In these rains and dregs,
In these little houses near Kazan
Somewhere, somewhere

I'll run on wet rails
In this autumn light,
I will arrive by mail flight
If the usual no.

It will be winter. Fill up with snow
Gold with blue.
The Volga will merge again with the sky
With the sky completely gray.

Summer houses will start spinning
They will be empty.
And on the extinct cold windows
Will write flowers.

We are on the night empty platform
In the frozen we enter the car.
Maybe hope will catch up with us
Maybe it will go away like a dream.

Summer houses will start spinning
Will they ...