Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Оплавляются свечи на старинный паркет

Candles are melted
On the old parquet.
And flows on the shoulders
Silver with EPULET.
As in agony wanders
Gold wine ...
All the past leaves, -
What will come - anyway.

And, in a suicide tomgle
Wearing back
Deer run
Locking on a volley.
Someone blows blow
On the innocent chest ...
All the past leaves, -
Let something come.

Someone evil and skillful,
Wearing, at random
Runs sharp arrows
In the inflamed sunset.
Hear in a drow melody
Repetition of notes ...
Let the past go, -
Let him come what will come.

1972.