Текст песни Андрей Макаревич и Оркестр Креольского Танго - Нам, пожалуй, пора

We, perhaps it is time to
We'll go
Too many new people at the table,
All they talk about something else,
And the hostess declines jazz player,
She looks at them,
As once looked at us.
Books nobody will open without us.
A new noise, new uproar,
New flair, the new smoke
Let make movies,
Let the dance to what they like so
Our business - a graceful exit,
Our dancing has no place
Neither here nor in the bottomless network.
Life is just a game,
Short, evil game.
We'll go,
We seem to go.
Only the sea can not remember waves
Only the wind does not expect praise,
Only heaven knows tears.