Александр Мирзаян - За всё, что есть, за всё, что было...
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For everything that is, for everything that was,
Shards are sore from different years ...
From under painted pictures
the remains of cigarettes are smoking,
Candles go out in empty glasses,
The cooled tear runs,
And quietly at the door will look at the evening
The eyes of morning insults.

Under the ringing of guitars, under the rustle of flattery
They will leave, raising the anchors ...
Without splashing a drop of revenge,
My name is my friends.
We go forward, we're ready for everything,
On the heads of yesterday.
And our wives wave from the windows
Hands of tomorrow's husbands ...