Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Вы - там

You there
To me that night so long dreamed of
Your home,
There was a terrible downpour, I pushed the door
Umbrellas.
How many dolls, pharmacy smell
And piles of books.
I dressed in white walk in and see,
What are you - man.
So how many are years I lived in the world
Without you?
Slamming the book lay wearily
Arm,
And the lampshade over the table swung
Slightly,
And it was in the house a little more
Fire,
And you have learned in the doorway
Me.

I'll sit at your right hand
And drink a warm hand to the bottom.
Oh God, how white your whiskey,
How much I should trust you.
I dreamed last night your house
In which I had never been.
I often go to a friend's house,
And you, I, I suppose you do MA-LA.