Текст песни Михаил Михайлов - Старомодное танго

Someone jumping into the hopscotch, someone cutting into zero
Old-fashioned tango, as if in a gentle dream.
Pre-war autumn, Moscow courtyards ...
You always appear to me before the war.
Communal apartments and staircases, pre-creaky.
And underwear that is hung everywhere is angry.
The Indian summer sun, honey, smelling
Each Moscow courtyard is flooded to the tops.

Not one got hurt here, the pain cannot be hidden,
For quiet happiness, paying bills.
Like a moment of silence, autumn froze
So on the mass graves the earth goes numb.
The yellow-copper flame freezes between the branches,
This eternal flame is so piercingly clear.
Troublesome and fast-moving time splashes somewhere.
The fall of every courtyard is a living obelisk.

But they leave again, as in the military once,
From Moscow to see Moscow dreams,
Share like bread, a soldier’s generous heart,
And to return, as after a military spring.