Текст песни Михаил Звездинский - Пусть былое уходит

Melted candle

On the old parquet,

And flowing shoulders

Silver epaulettes.

As in agony haunting

Young wine ...

All former going, going, going,

What will come - all the same.

                      And on their death beds

                        Glancing back

                        Fleeing deer,

                        An abscess on the volley,

                        Someone suggests barrel

                        An innocent chest ...

               All former going, going, going,

                         Let become something.

Someone evil and skillful,

Fun, Guess

Mosques sharp trill

In inflamed sunset.

Heard melodies in the storm

The repetition of music ...

Let the former going, going, going,

Let come what comes.