Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - За всё, что есть, за всё, что было...

For everything that is, for everything that was,
fragments hurt from different years ...
From under the painted pictures
smoke the remains of cigarettes
candles go out in empty glasses,
a cold tear runs
and quietly the evening peeps through the door
through the eyes of morning grievances.

To the sound of guitars, to the rustle of flattery
will leave, raising anchors ...
Without splashing a drop of revenge,
my friends call me.
Let's go ahead, ready for anything
over the heads of yesterdays.
And our wives wave from the windows
the handkerchiefs of tomorrow's husbands ...