Музыка Пахмутовой, слова Добронравова, корявый (очень корявый) перевод мой
The sky will be covered
With the dust of the stars,
And the branches of trees
Will be bent.
I will hear your voice
From the long way apart.
We’re an echo, we’re an echo,
We’re a long echo of each other.
And I will reach you
No meters where you are
And I’ll touch my heart
With your heart.
So, our love just has called us again.
We’re a passion, we’re a passion,
We’re a tender passion of each other.
Even at the land
Of the coming darkness,
At the edge of the death’s circle,
I know we’ll be never apart.
We’re the memory, we’re the memory,
We’re the eternal memory of each other.
With the dust of the stars,
And the branches of trees
Will be bent.
I will hear your voice
From the long way apart.
We’re an echo, we’re an echo,
We’re a long echo of each other.
And I will reach you
No meters where you are
And I’ll touch my heart
With your heart.
So, our love just has called us again.
We’re a passion, we’re a passion,
We’re a tender passion of each other.
Even at the land
Of the coming darkness,
At the edge of the death’s circle,
I know we’ll be never apart.
We’re the memory, we’re the memory,
We’re the eternal memory of each other.