Текст песни Борис Штоколов - Глядя на луч пурпурного заката

Looking at a ray of purple sunset
We were standing on the banks of the Neva.
You shook my hand; raced without return
That sweet moment, you have forgotten it.

Until the grave you swore to love the poet;
Afraid of people, ashamed of empty rumors,
You have not fulfilled your sacred vow
Your love - and that you have forgotten.

But death is near, my grave is near;
When I die, to the quiet noise of the grass
My voice will sound and tell you sadly:
He lived with you, you forgot him.