Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Ночь на Велене

A cold fire smolders,
paddles are thrown on the shore,
per month pierced sharp
spire church.

        Eternal and faithful guardian
        in the river willow rinses,
        and deep under the cliff
        napping, tired,
        our boat,
        our fragile ship.

Night on the Latvian river
indescribable, for
Splashing in Gaua fish,
as on the Oka.

        The rustle of animal steps
        distant spruce trees are fattening
        and at full moon midnight
        sneaking
        in the woods elk
        crowns of their horns.

With a dew drop on his cheek
on the swamp trail
I will leave silently and timidly
to the sleeping river.

        Black splashes water
        and over the quietest Vela
        in the middle of the universe
        smoothly descending
        the stork is spinning
        at its nest.

August 1976