Текст песни Булат Окуджава - В склянке темного стекла...

The dark glass bottle
From under the imported beer
Red rose bloomed
Gordo and slowly.

Historical Novel
I wrote a little,
Breaking as in fog,
From the prologue to epilogue.

Chorus:
Everyone writes as he hears,
Everyone hears how he breathes,
As he breathes, and writes,
Not trying to please ...
So nature has wanted,
Why - is not our business,
Why - is not for us to judge.

They were given blue,
There were in excess of fiction,
And because of their own destiny
I pull out of a string.
The path of the hero fitted out,
Suggestive of the past Help
And a retired lieutenant
Himself imagined.

Chorus.

The invention is not cheating,
The idea - still not the point,
Give to finish a novel
Until the last leaf.
And while still alive
Red Rose in a bottle,
Give a shout out words
What lies in the bank for a long time.

Chorus.

1975