Текст песни Пикник - У самой чистой реки нет берегов...

Again, all are tensely silent about one thing:
Today, the Lepers Club opens the season.
Just whisper the doors, the doors of the houses,
Only rustle of steps, rustle of steps.

The purest grass has no roots
The cleanest river has no banks

You leave the orphanage, cross the threshold,
Past the gray shadows and dull courtyards,
Oh mama mama oh mama oh
Past gray dull courtyards.

The purest grass has no roots
The cleanest river has no banks

All mixed up, all merged into one
How many eyes see, but
They remember only the sun, the sun is one,
The sun is one ...

No coast, no coast ...

All come back, you will post again
Two flags of their own: sadness and love
It will be seven hours or seven centuries,
It will be all the same: sadness and love.

The purest grass has no roots
The cleanest river has no banks

Again, all are tensely silent about one thing:
Today the Club of Lepers opens the season
It will take seven hours or seven centuries
Only rustle of steps, rustle of steps.

No coast, no coast ...