Текст песни Розенбаум А. - Непогода, и деревья пахнут дымом..

Bad weather, and the trees smell of smoke,
Mossy firewood cracked in the stoves.
On a date not far from Nadym
Elk elk eagerly on the lips kissed.

So here I am. Tomorrow is a long journey
On the hills, past your house,
The dogs bark at the rotten threshold,
Rain - it is bitter if we cry it.

        But if we are still people,
        And if we still love,
        So we still need you so
        Few happy days
        So that we could with you at the bottom
                breathe.

Once you deceive - who then will believe you?
One after another, like a dry land, delirious.
We will probably disperse without hysterics,
Just in the kitchen, turn off the light above the table.

        But if we are still a bit odd,
        And if none of the blessings of the earth need us,
        So you just have to be yourself, my dear friend,
        And should not be owed to anyone.
        It does not wear a collar
                soul.

Bad weather. From her where to go?
Only birds leave under the power of the house.
The swan geese flew away from childhood,
The white storks nest is empty.