Текст песни О. Игнатьева - Бильбо

The sun is blazing outside the window
    And in the room there is a hearth;
I remember the past
    About the bright summer days

That are gone forever
    Like those flowers in the fields
What fun bloomed in the summer,
    And in the fall their ashes

Weave the winds
    Above the birch foliage
And spider webs stergli
    Her rustling layer ...

I think of the past as life -
    And oh bloom years
When next winter
    Snow will fall asleep

My lifelong worries
    And the interrupted undertakings,
And the world of the gates will open
    For future people.

I remember the past
    But the heart is at the door,
Hoping to meet around the corner
    Returning friends.