Текст песни Юрий Устинов - Прилечу на рассвете

I will fly at dawn,
Nothing will happen to me.
Only the memory of summer
Tight and warm wave
                     come running ...
The evenings will turn blue from the cold,
Will be the distant dream of the sea ...

     Under the azure vaults
     Troubles are hobbled
     Dry networks and fairy tales come true
     Children
          laugh when it is supposed
     And when not allowed ...

You can swim far, far away
Return to the coast is salty.
Are friends there
           there is a green shadow
And no one knows
            how to get to the city
Cities,
Where gray trees fell asleep in the snow,
And may God wake them up in the spring,
Where is so cold, cold, cold
In apartments with hot water ...

Well, I will not. Meet at dawn.
Nothing will happen to me.

                  November 1972