Лесоповал - Речка талица - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

According to the rhythm established in Rostov-on-Don, we walked along Budyonny Street, both to work and to prison.

And so we sit by the Talitsa River, crossing out the days of our sentences with a cross. No matter how long they drag on, they eventually end.

And the Talitsa River, lost in the forest, a place of unseen beauty, of immeasurable length,

And a strict prison camp on the Talitsa River, wondering who will die, and who will stay.

And life, wherever it may be, continues uninterrupted; spring is like spring, and our river overflows like the Don in Rostov-on-Don.

We'll wait for the promised day when my sentence will sink to the bottom and I'll walk along Budyonny Street in Rostov-on-Don.

And the Talitsa River, lost in the forest, a place of unseen beauty, of immeasurable length,

And a strict prison camp on the Talitsa River, wondering who will die, and who will stay. And the zone is strict on the Talitsa River, and who will be thrown out and who will stay.