Александр Домогаров - Я жил...
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In my heart, the embers of a fire still glow;
Tonight, I find myself drinking far too deep.
A quiet guitar weeps for things long ago;
Life is a glass sphere—shall I shatter it, or keep?
The troika begins to dance, the shadows dart and sway;
And once again, just as before, I fly back home.
My dear old house awaits me, swathed in lilac spray—
Blue-hued nights, and a garden where nightingales roam.

Sing out, guitars—ring louder, louder, louder still!
The candle has burned down... the wax begins to melt.
Perhaps in this revelry, the night will pass more quickly;
Perhaps my weary mind will sooner find its rest.
Perhaps my weary mind will sooner find its rest.

It has all long since passed... the troikas’ bells have ceased;
There is no road back home... the light in the window has died.
All that remains are rumpled beds, a faded feast;
All that remains is this languid, weary tide.

Sing out, guitars—ring louder, louder, louder still!
The candle has burned down... the wax begins to melt.
Perhaps in this revelry, the night will pass more quickly;
Perhaps my weary mind will sooner find its rest.
Perhaps my weary mind will sooner find its rest.

I lived! I lived! And I burned myself away.
Though I lie crushed here, broken at the threshold,
Yet with my very breath, I warmed and gave life to
One single bead of amber on the rosary of God.

Sing out, guitars—ring louder, louder, louder still!
The candle has burned down... the wax begins to melt.
Perhaps in this revelry, the night will pass more quickly;
Perhaps my weary mind will sooner find its rest.
Perhaps my weary mind will sooner find its rest.