Текст песни Н.Кирсо - Мальчишка из детства

So be it, and you are your wife
I called her
Already for you, not for you and me
Mendelssohn sounded
Carry flowers and make toasts
Friends to you and her:
She is the wife, and I am only a guest
At the wedding, at yours!

My little boy from childhood, goodbye!
My distant, the only one, dear,
Don't ask for anything, just know
That I loved you!
My little boy from childhood, what a pity! -

Not for us, these white roses!
Forgive my sadness and sorrow
Forgive me these tears!

How sweet is the dream! How bitterly awakening!
Where suddenly disappeared
Words of love, birthday flowers,
Greed of lips, tenderness of hands?
Love has passed and I know it's late
Now regret it,
But it’s bitter to me that I’m just a guest
At the wedding, at yours!