Текст песни AljOshA - Роза красная цвела

Okudzhava

The bottle of dark glass
out of imported beer
red rose bloomed
proudly and slowly.
Historical Novel
I wrote a little,
breaking through the fog
from the prologue to epilogue.

They were given blue,
fiction was in excess,
and of his own destiny
I pull out of a string.
In the path of heroes for thyself,
suggestive of the past Help
and a retired lieutenant
himself imagined.

Fiction - not a hoax.
The idea - not the point.
Give to finish a novel
to the last leaf.
And while still alive
rose red in the bottle,
let shout words
that lie in the bank for a long time:

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 that?
It is not our business.
For what?
Not for us to judge.