Текст песни Владимир Болотин - Огонь играл

The fire played on the scarlet violin,
And the song floated quiveringly.
And the wind, the weary conductor,
He sighed out of time with the melody.

Twigs-castanets cracked,
And a chorus of lights curled into the sky ...
A mixture of styles and stories,
But all the same - about her, about her.

About her - the death of lightning in silence
And the thunder is as heavy as an orchestra.
Dull rain, like a grave cry
About her unfinished plays.

Cloudless nights about her
That by the morning is higher than the poplars.
And the flame bursts into the sky, to shreds,
How is life - for many, many days ...

And here is the ending: the flags fell
On the shafts of abandoned branches.
But in the ashes of dead paper
The eyes of the coals are still alive.

And in this ghostly twinkle
Remembrance - that, not that ...
And everything that was between us
Suddenly darkness fills.