Текст песни Белая Гвардия - У пяти прудов

Five ponds burn down sunset,
Stir up a wave of wild duck.
Moscow behind his back, do not look back,
Pond sides - gray stones.

Head to your humpbacked bridge
Crackling ridge will swing,
Here stone's throw from distant stars,
Do not look back, there dusk.

I will show you how the trees are asleep,
Here the river floating, willows wept.
Do not look back, there are home
And the lights are burning the same.

Almost close your eyes - and you will hear the steppe,
Voices sigh bell,
And in the distance a fire - a chain of gold,
There's horses graze people are free.

You'll hear how the shepherds sing,
Scrip is not easy - the life of a vagrant.
Behind the back will close five water pond,
You go to the fire, do not turn.

And when the river rises month
And all of a sudden gush poignant pain,
Look back and shake the hand -
As from past to present.

Surrounded the darkness, but from all sides ...
Similarly, chalk in hand memory crumbles.
We stand with you in the depths of time,
And his shirt fluttering in the wind ...