Текст песни Александр Суханов - Романс старости

Alexander Sukhanov
"Romance of old age"
on Rubai Omar Khayama

I'm leaving, for in this abode of the troubles,
There is nothing permanent, there is no lasting.
Let him laugh only that
Who is going to live a thousand years.

The book of life of my pouring sorry.
From spring, the sadness remained sorrow.
Youth bird do not remember when you came,
And when the lung in the distance flooded.

Months were replaced before us
Wise men of the wise men replaced us
These stones in dust under our feet
Before pupils of captivating eyes.

Instead of the sun, I can't lighten the whole world,
I can not turn the mystery of the door.
In the sea thought I found the pearl of the essence,
But from fear afraid to turn.

Before we bowl fate isophe
Better a cute bowl of a different Nallem.
May be like making a sip before the end
It will not allow us to the sky in their madness.

We are a source of fun and grief mine,
We are a bobbin and pure spring.
Man as if in the mirror World of Multiple,
He is insignificant and still immensely great.