Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Стала чаще и чаще являться ко мне

Began to come to me more and more often
(Poems by Bulat Okudzhava)

Began to come to me more and more often
with a cloudy and doomed view
one lady on a white, on a white horse,
and the other on black, on black.

And the one on white has such eyes,
as if they weren’t welcome to the white light,
as if life is a quarter of an hour
and then all the loss, the loss.

And the one on black has such eyes,
as if it is a container of flour
as if life is a quarter of an hour
and then all separation, separation.

Ah, when you looked into my eyes,
oh, when would you look at mine -
as if life is a quarter of an hour
and then all the losses, the losses.

1986