Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Пророчество

What is destined to us in this world?
Look , the gypsy , the palm :
We live in a strange apartment
And to put the kettle on the fire .

Our friend would go to San Francisco ,
We will wait for him to call ,
His mocking note
Let us farewell "yet" .

We read all the newspapers ,
And do not even go mad .
We are waiting for life-saving summer
And after - the staff and scrip .

Aliens walls do not save ,
Our house is in the draft,
Polar Star flickers
On a dark blue ceiling .

And I utknus in your knees ,
All truths are doomed ...
And our thin shadows
Merge marble moon .