Светлана Астапчик - Старик
текст песни

The old man is standing on the threshold
Rapids rage in the distance
And the dilapidated boat has been waiting for a long time
The cherished wind will blow
And the tart smell excites
And the waters foam like wine

And, like in distant spring
The paddle plays with the wave
Again he floats along that river
Alone in a lost place
Sings an old song
In a language unknown to us
Alone in a lost place
Sings an old song
In a language unknown to us

La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
Ooooh
La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
Ooooh

A boat rushes through the fog
Avoids shallows and rocks
Floats like a thrown leaf in the distance
And on the last threshold
Where the gods smile
Suddenly lifts off the ground

A canoe flies across the sky
Flies into the sunset over the earth
And there, below, in the quiet banks
The song remains forever
Trees and rivers sing
In languages ​​unknown to us
The song remains forever
Trees and rivers sing
In languages ​​unknown to us

La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
Ooooh
La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
Ooooh
La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
La fera o dali la vera
Ooooh
La fera o dali la vera
Ooooh