Текст песни Дмитрий Маликов - После Бала

Music - Nikolai Shipilov
Words - Nikolai Shipilov

No one was spared this autumn, even the sun in the wrong direction has fallen.
That leaves scatter, the guests after the ball after ball.
The two men in dark red joined hands in vain.
A little blow - and everything will be all gone.
This in yellow - a lonely all rushes under his feet,
Seeking happiness after the ball after ball.

Well, the very green, moonlight scorched,
Do not understand where is, where he came.
And at the door of heaven, he will realize that he was dying,
How is it possible? After the ball after ball.

No one was spared this autumn,
Listopad circling a hundred thousand points,
And stab wounds on the pavement inanimate
Mountain ash after the ball after ball.

No one was spared this autumn, even the sun in the wrong direction has fallen.
Voi and leaves scatter, the guests after the ball after ball.