Текст песни Булат Окуджава - То падая, то снова нарастая...

It fell , then again growing,
like a little boat on a wave ,
thick melancholy hurdy-gurdy city
He gave me from the depths of the yard .

And here , already on the verge of tears ,
I heard suddenly, heard a clear
kooky some notes
cheerful and happy voice .

Let us confusion embraces
mismatch furs tight ,
but before the deadly flood
everyone wants to live .
                And no other rights .

All the tricks and all the tricks
We did not give anything in return of love ...
... A hundred times I pressed the trigger of the rifle ,
and flew only nightingales .

                           1964