Текст песни Леонид Филатов - Вертится земля

If you are my enemy -
Who is my friend then?
The earth is turning
Like a potter's wheel.

Confused and angry
Made by God
Card solitaire
From people's roads.
And while you're here
God is barely alive
Confuses Paris with Prague and Moscow.

He twirls, eccentric,
Thousands of systems -
What, when and how,
Where, to whom and with whom.

Confused the year
Confused the century, -
And you are not the same
A man fell out! ..
It's not his fault,
That's not my fault.
Montmartre for you
For me - Arbat.

God has not yet invented a day for us
And not for you, and not for me.
He still has so much to do around,
The Earth turns like a potter's wheel.