Courtesy :   Yuriy Patefed

Courtesy: Yuriy Patefed


Artist: Unknown

Composer: Unknown

My dear, I send you greetings across the sea chained by ice.

The are many miles between us, and there is no way to come back to the past.

I have crossed hot deserts and heard old shepherds singing,

As the dusk approaches, wind starts to blow from the Caspian Sea.  

You left like if it was an untold fairytale, covered by a smoke,

And I was left alone with my guitar, you left with somebody else.

You poisoned my sole,  and took away my youth,

My golden hair turned to gray, I am standing on the edge of abyss.


Trans Alex Budovsky