Михаил Звездинский - Пусть былое уходит
текст песни

Candles are melted

On an old parquet,

And flows on the shoulders

Silver from Epipol.

How wandering around in agony

Young wine ...

All of the past leaves, leaves, leaves,

What will come is all the same.

And in a dying languor

Looking back

Deer run away

Netting a salvo

Someone leads the barrel

On the innocent breasts ...

All of the past leaves, leaves, leaves,

Let something come.

Someone evil and skillful

Having fun, in the dugout

Sharp trenches mosque

In an inflamed sunset.

It is heard in the storm of melodies

Repetition of notes ...

Let the past leave, leaves, leaves,

Let him come what will come.