Текст песни Салют - И кончен бал

Punches hour!
Get up! Get up!
Dress suit better!
The last time the ladies take a hand!
I assure you, the voice of walks around the neighborhood:
Today we forget all the insults in time
Hurry, open the door, step on stage
Drop your shadow on the edge of their beds!
Foot on the stage, where a terrible surprise
King, that the slave is not the oppression of the knees
Yes, what they bend?
It seemed we stepped century
Pop down the blind arches
Conducted killer, without closing their eyelids
The Executioner and the Fool changed masks
Off the shackles, throwing paint and knives
We hurry down! We are glad! We are glad!

The light trembles brighter
We are glad to be forgotten in the dance
Closing the chain of bones Mount
On the ball, where no living
Cape today invited thee

Closing chain
The death is ruled a ball