Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Она рисует углем на асфальте...

She draws charcoal on the pavement
Such beautiful tropical birds,
She believes that those who need it,
Died fighting for Austrelits.

It is indifferent to your problems,
She goes to where the sunset.
And in May the rain washes drawings
A black birds flying in the clouds.

It,
I know - this is it.
Such silent reproach
In the depth of her eyes.
War,
Do you hear, it's war.
She does not believe you -
Yards Arbat punks.

Did you see the sea, you see the mountains,
You have seen many beautiful countries,
You've even seen in all its grandeur
Atlantic Ocean.

But you do not look like that,
Who died fighting for Austerlitz
And I bet you have never seen
Such beautiful tropical birds.

It,
I know - this is it.
Such silent reproach
In the depth of her eyes.
War,
Do you hear, it's war.
She does not believe you -
Yards Arbat punks.

You buy airtime
Outside, you are exactly the same as inside,
But at this time on the Old Arbat
Old Lamplighter lit lanterns.

She does not like words such
She goes to where the sunset.
And there, putting on his armor,
It gathers its forces.

It,
I know - this is it.
Such silent reproach
In the depth of her eyes.
War,
Do you hear, it's war.
She does not believe you -
Yards Arbat punks.