Текст песни Marschak - Час прощания

& Quot; Hour Farewell & quot;


And if the pain will pass,
Your sad look rot brittle leaves.
Why breathe?
When the silent cold your lips like a burning smell!
Copulation in foreign arms glad one of us,
And torching his home, he was crying with fear,
Who opens the door to him, already charred hand
That is not asking for a loan
I love the beautiful, new.
Friends so long sought,
But they found only a shoulder hearse.
With a ridiculous buffoon facial expressions -
His iron mask, I choke a dog barking,
Publicly exposing the wound. Do not say & quot; Goodbye & quot;
In a trembling voice killer, keep on the cutting edge of the knife,
Do not let me go with indulgence sadist!