Текст песни Владимир Болдырев - Моей музе

Epochs and traditions change,
The weather and water changes,
Replaced prosecutor, Minister of Justice,
Names change cities.

Circle, everywhere frighten with change.
Neighbor in prison, and she has another.
And I will not be laid with refremen,
In poetry painful stagnation.

Stars changed in the sky.
Moon in Fullba - Well, even a wolf howl.
Neighbors I all jumped bones,
There would be benefit - no.

Spring came. In the pond frogs squab
Yell - who is in unison, who is speeding up.
Here, for me, one Lahuder "Watch".
I'm waiting for change, but not like that!

I am looking forward to my capricious museum -
After all, no matter how I am still a poet.
She went away, hitting the illusion,
With prose to some kind of banquet.

When will return for midnight, the harmnica,
I will cry from her knees
And on her, incorrect, pray
In the hope of best change.