ПЕСНЯ О ДАЛЁКОЙ РОДИНЕ. Слова Р. Рождественского, музыка М. Таривердиева. Перевод Анны Василевич, поёт Татьяна Жеребцова

I entreat, only for a blink, You, my pain, flow away from me. Like a cloud, like a bluish cloud, Be flying to my darling homeland, From here to my darling homeland. You, my shore, flash afar to me, Like a rim, like a subtle beam, You, my shore, you my gentle shore, If I can ever reach you, dear, Reach you at least some further day. Some place far away, very far away There is the drizzle of rain, By the river here, in a little vale The cherries ripened, bowing ahead. Some place far away, in my memory It’s like in childhood warm day, Though memory is covered With burdens and burdens of snowdrifts. You, the storm, fill me to the up, Till the drunk, not to death of mine. And again, as it’s my last day I’m looking at the sky somewhere, As if I’m seeking answers. I entreat, only for a blink, Sorrow my, flow away from me. Like a cloud, like a bluish cloud, Be flying to my darling homeland, From here to my darling homeland.