Текст песни Леонид Ваксман - На берегах Таватуя

On the shores of Tavatui
Evening lays down lazily,
On the shores of Tavatui
Silently a pining string.
The golden moon is shining
Lamp hung ham,
And on the marshy beach
There is a soft wave.

So sometimes comes
Quiet this minute,
Themselves the results
They will rise into an invisible system,
From the disgusted Buden
Becomes melancholy to someone,
And there is no reluctance,
And even more so home.

The account is endlessly lost,
Heap shells lie down,
Does not feel lack
Destiny in ammunition.
Time will wash away everything, forget
Those who have left, the household,
No matter how much you loved, but still
Human memory is weak.

All come back to circles,
Only a little differently,
The cloud is broken by a plow
From the far edges of the caravan.
Again the string under the hand
Strange bird cries,
On the shores of Tavatui
Again a young grass.