Текст песни Владимир Качан - Вот улетишь

Lyrics by Leonid Filatov
Music by Vladimir Kachan

Once you fly away, you will adjust the sail.
The doctor was Latvian - as light as a lily of the valley.
Let's fold the white hands like this.
Life does not bail us.

An angel stood by the bed
Like an orderly in a white coat,
August stood right above the morgue
August breathed sun and sea.

I floated away in white lilacs.
The lips of the trumpeters turned gray.
This is mother's weirdness again.
I asked - no orchestra musicians.

And over Moscow the pipes were smoking.
The racetrack froze in foam and soap.
For the thousandth time it was exemplary
Children's play at Obraztsov's.

And, bored, from the summer stage,
Those orchestra members tortured the waltz.
Whose is this anger, or disfavor?
Nothing has changed in the world ...

I floated away in white lilacs.
The lips of the trumpeters turned gray.
This is mother's weirdness again.
I asked - no orchestra musicians.