Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Арбатские старушки

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Ah, like the time of our burrows is harsh, -
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A day will not pass, so that no house can be destroyed!
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Soon there will be no Arbat green yards,
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Soon there will be no Arbat merry old women.

Ah, how fast we run forward, -
What do we now have wooden debris houses for?
What survives, itself will gradually die,
That which itself will not die is descended by descendants.

Years go by, we will grow old soon, -
The change is coming to us, asphalt to replace the paving stones, -
Children creaking and snowy Arbat winter,
Children of the now extinct Dog site.

I’ll be inappropriately now remembering before going to bed
The sunny world of silence in the alleys in which
Do not respect the newspaper and your grocery store
And respect neighbors, dogs and actors.

My eyes will please the lime color,
Forgotten faces will smile around.
There is no destruction in sight, and there is no time,
And no war, they say, will not happen.

Ah, like the time of the burrows is harsh today, -
The day will not pass, so that something in us does not destroy!
Soon there will be no Arbat green yards,
Soon there will be no Arbat merry old women.