Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Апрельская прогулка

There is a secret sadness in the original spring,
When the last snow is incredibly sorry
When in empty forests it is quiet and random
From the far window comes the piano.

And the wind there is spinning the curtains
There, from the movement of the notes, the crystal tinkles a little.
There my girl, still nobody’s bride,
He plays to accompany the piano in the spring.

Guys! We gotta go until we change
Merry sadness to black sadness
Until their gods are nowhere changed, -
The programs of our fates convey the piano.

And there will be happiness for us, while easy and bold
That girl creates a pastoral over the world,
So far throughout the earth, into all its borders
From the far window comes the piano.

May 17 - 22, 1978
Irkutsk - Moscow