Дмитрий Шульпов - Прощальный костер
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Quiet ... but I don’t want to sleep, my friend.
Quiet ... The bonfire has almost gone out ...
Coals ... smoke in the face, smoke in the face,
Stars, like a wedding ring,
Lies in the circle of crystal ...

The path leads into the distance.
Somewhere my beloved
Touches the string with the fingers,
Trying to forget me again ...
The bonfire smolders farewell ...

How many ... good words have not yet been said,
How many ... road paths are not irrelevant,
Only this overnight stay
The song is circling over the Volga
Sad bird ...

There are many enchanting places in the world,
Rivers calm and raging,
Only, there is no more dear Volga,
Where dull light flickers through smoke -
The bonfire smolders farewell ...

It’s time to lay backpacks,
Lada to guess through the night.
Tears ... themselves in the face ...
That's all, and came to an end
Festival evening ...

Well, my friend, let's hug -
A year later, see you again,
And again the river will give us
Meeting with a new song, but for now -
The bonfire smolders farewell ...