Текст песни Г.В. Свиридов - Голос из хора

Voice from the choir

How often do we cry - you and me -
Over my miserable life!
Oh, if only you friends knew
Cold and dark days to come!

Now you shake your sweet hand
You play with her, joking,
And you cry when you notice the lie
Or a knife in the hand of your beloved
Child, child!

There is no measure of lies and deceit,
And death is far away.
Everything will be blacker than a terrible light
And the whirlwind of the planets is getting crazier
Centuries, centuries!

And the last century, the most terrible of all,
We will see both you and me.
The whole sky will hide a vile sin,
Laughter will freeze on all lips,
Longing of nothingness ...

Spring, child, you will wait -
Spring will deceive.
You will call the sun to the sky -
The sun won't rise.
And scream when you start screaming
Like a stone, it will sink ...

Be happy with your life,
Quieter than water, lower than grass!
Oh, if only children knew, you
Cold and dark days to come!