Текст песни Алексей Макаревич - Три эльфа

My life flies in a circle -
A wave runs behind the wave:
Harbor abandoned in the morning
Will be visible in the evening ...
Let my banal words,
In each word there is a limit
But it's worth a look in the window,
I see himself myself, and near:

On the green hill three elf
Dance Rondo, holding hands,
Computing in the mind of Movement -
They are free, but very small ...

I moved to their movement,
I do not smoke, do not drink wine,
I dance scary dance,
Binding like a string ...
I dance scary dance
In a waste emptiness,
But it's worth a look in the window,
I see himself myself, and near: