Текст песни Виктор Попов - Который вечер жду гостей

That evening, waiting for guests
those that were lost in the summer,
as glad tidings
from afar, from afar.
Will come philosopher and athlete,
one actor and two doctors,
coming artist and poet ...
But do not let the fiddler!

It will be his music
stir former life,
forgetting that the two previous days
not survive, not survive.
Then show those edges
I become blue for the dark river,
Where are you, my love, and I
and promised us peace.

And just want to,
where there is love, and no flesh,
rise forever
leave an artist and poet.
All hurried home,
in spans loud stamping.
Let them go! But, my God,
hold the violin ...