Текст песни Николай Шипилов - После бала

No one was spared this autumn,
Even the sun does not fall in the wrong direction.
That leaves crawl as guests
After the ball after ball after ball ...

The two men in dark red joined hands in vain,
Only dunesh more feasible - and all is lost.
This in yellow lonely all rushes under his feet,
Wants the wedding after the ball after ball.

And one around the green, rugged dance zapalenny,
Do not understand where he was going, where he came.
And at the door of heaven would not understand that he was dying,
How is it possible after the ball after the ball?

(Final original verse replaced later by the author:
No one was spared this autumn,
Even dvornitsa that leaves raking in paradise,
Slipped, lame, apparently broke his leg,
Thus ends the novels after the ball).

No one was spared this autumn.
Leaf fall is like a storm in a hundred thousand points.
And, as a knife scars on the pavement - lifeless
Spots of ash after the ball after ball.