Текст песни В.Ланцберг - Неуверенный монолог

What day, what evening, and again, what day, then evening,
Your mirage, but it is not eternal, it will also hesitate.
Perhaps yes, the snowfall will hug you by the shoulders.
And it will take you away from me, into the land of the old days.

And here in the firmament, powdered and frozen
Are you going. Everything is so simple, all good things into darkness
Perhaps yes, it is moving away. Dreams and monsters remain.
Blessed is Saint Anthony, I sometimes envy him.

Blessed is he who is faithful to mirages and ghosts,
For whom the night vigils are whims of spoiled blood.
Perhaps yes, goodbye, as they say, past the money.
Mint your coin slowly. Do not suffer. Live.