Her name is Nastya, she writes poems,
She lives by the river.
She believes that autumn will pass.
Waiting for distant roads and miracles
She is always light on her feet -
She is waiting for her airplane,
Which will come for her,
Which will come for her...
And she will have nothing to lose,
Nothing to lose.
She will have nothing to lose,
As she sets off on her journey...
He lives on another river,
Writes poems, flies in his dreams.
He knows what she doesn't know.
He is not a member of "Osoaviakhim,"
But he is sure that in the sky
He is invincible,
And on that night, in the sky
There will be a full moon,
When he comes for her,
When he comes for her...
And he will have nothing to lose.
Nothing to lose.
He will have nothing to lose,
As he sets off on his journey.
I live at the confluence of rivers,
I read Bulgakov's "The Flight"
And watch as the century comes to an end...
And the clouds float and float -
From west to north, from east to south,
And a little higher above them flies an airplane,
Which has come for her,
Which has come for her...
And they will have nothing more to lose.
Nothing more to lose.
They will have nothing more to lose -
They are together now!
They are together now!..
They are together now...
They have nothing to lose...
They have nothing to lose...
They are together now.
Nothing to lose!
Nothing to lose!
Nothing to lose...
Well done. A lump in my throat. Good thing I don't know how to cry :)