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Dorogoy dlinnoyu / By the Long Road

Riding on the troika with the tinklers, wow,

And afar were flickering the lights.

I would like, my falcons, to follow you now,

From the sadness clear the soul I might.


With the road long and steep, with the night so light- moonlit,

And with the song, that in the distance rings and flies,

And with that dear old thing, with that seven stringed guitar,

That had tormented me during the nights...

So I live without joy and torment,

I remember bygone years and days,

And your all in silver moonlit hands

In the troika, forever flown away...


Days are running, sadness multiplying,

It's so hard for me to forget the past.

Somehow, one day, my darling,

You will take me for a ride, my last.