Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Ах, пани-панове

Oh, lord, Sir
IZ Agnieszka Osetskoy

Dimmed, dimmed kostrы sleeping in kartoshka sols.
Will The Long Cold night on earth.
And Cold Morning zaymetsya,
and syuda Uh ... No one vernetsya

Without lystvы As heat and stinging nature.
Poredela crowd in the beer stall.
Saleswoman hlyadyt lonely,
chernoe and unfinished beer ...

Prypev:
Oh, Sir, Madam,
yes no heat us money.
Something That was the then splыlo,
Oh, not that vernesh.

As teryayut derevya remnant Clothing,
No slovno in trees at Summer Nadezhda.
Only Very loved me yet,
and have not charity else passed by ...

But already loom carnival end,
Autumn letter flies How razluky messenger.
And in nature is somehow anxiety,
My mylыy hlyadyt and wary ...

Prypev

- To svydanya, My mylыy - I tell emu,
- IOP and the fly end, still for one.
Ft Too much I loved
Forgot razluku later on. -

Bitter words from him uslыhat not afraid -
on vospytan on samыy yzыskannыy taste.
Online cheek moey nezhno kosnetsya,
but, of course, no longer vernetsya ...

Prypev