Текст песни Виктор Цой - Невесёлая

Our rivers are poor in water, there is no day in our windows,
Our morning is like night, well, and night is for me ...
Looking at the liquid mirror of puddles, at a watch that has stood for half a century,
On the kissed flag to the holes, I will give half the kingdom for the horse.

Chorus:
Play, my sad song.
Play ... play ...

Army Commander Years, we lost in battle day after day,
And when we started a fire, they put out our fire with rain.
We sit at the troughs and wonder at the wind rose,
And when the time comes to get up, we sit, we wait.

Chorus:
Play, my sad song.
Play ... play ...

Play, my sad song.
Play ... play ...