Текст песни Олег Хаславский - Вот наконец золотая кончается сказка...

Here at last the golden fairy tale ends,
The air is gloomy, cold, damp and viscous,
Somewhere in the fog roams skinny pegasus,
Interrupting traces of her former beauty.

No matter how you look, everywhere the feeling of devastation,
Spread forecasters terrible rumors
In the garden of boredom quarrel old woman,
And behind the fence Cat fight to the death.

Birds fly in the direction indicated above,
Low cost is not quite discernible roof,
Gray people darting in the darkness like a mouse,
And guiding a dimly flickering lights -

Yasen plot beforehand doubtless isolation -
It was the face, and left a suicide mask.
Quickly, alas, ends with gold paint,
Quickly, alas, the gold rush days.

18.10.11