Текст песни Дидюля - Пещерный город Инкерман

The valley is melting. Quietly the river runs,
As if a thread secretly ringing her wave.
Behind the mountain wanders the wind in the field,
Behind the mountain the sun rises.
Behind the expensive river,
The vine
There are clouds - a swan wing
Following the sun.
After the bird the birds fly in the sky
Breaking heaven ...
Behind the expensive river,
The vine
Future roads run up
In the distance, they are woven into a thread
And again they are dispersed ...
Behind the mountain wanders the wind in the field,
Behind the mountain the sun rises.
In the city of caves, secrets come to life ...
In the city of caves, secrets come to life ...
With a dilapidated bag full of gray hair
He bequeathed us a city with secrets
In the depths of the caves he gave, he gave us.
That the ages were stored, the years were dusted
We bequeathed the city with secrets
In the depths of the caves lost, we lost.

(isp Z. Levada)