Текст песни Борис Рубашкин - Свечи нагорели

Candles are burnt, long winter evening ...
You sat on a couch, looked up quietly -
And the guitar sounds like a sad
The song is a carefree, old song in the mood.

"Where did you go, golden happiness?
Who scattered you through the clear fields?
Do not rise over the steppe sun from the sunset,
There is no way, no way to irrevocable days! "

Candles are burnt, long winter evening ...
You raised your eyebrows, sad quiet look ...
I do not judge you for the sins of the past!
Do not turn back the life lived back!

And Bunin