Константин Жиляков - Пули Дни
текст песни

I wander down my familiar street, and my heart aches.
Like a toddler, he runs after me.
Like an old movie, the sadness of a tavern.
It was all long ago, but for now...

My soul will befuddle me in golden autumn.
Memory, with its gray hairs, mocks me.
How long I lived and grieved, all shot, the bullets-days.
They have flown away and, spreading on the wind, all of them.

The glare of the domes of that little church burns.
Where my mother baptized me, oh how long ago.
Glorious days of school, hard times.
The boys kicked the ball, but for now...

My soul will befuddle me in golden autumn.
Memory, with its gray hairs, mocks me.
How long I lived and grieved, all shot, the bullets-days.
They have flown away and, spreading on the wind, all of them.

The old roofs of the courtyards, a paradise of pigeons.
Oh, Dad, keep me well, pour me another.
Walk me on. The accordion of sadness, the tattered fur
We've grown old, so be it, but for now...