Булат Окуджава - Ах, пани-панове
текст песни

Ah, Pan, Panov
From Agnieshki Ossetskaya

Fucks, go out bonfires, sleeps potatoes in ash.
There will be a long night on cold land.
And the cold morning will do
And no one will return here ...

Without foliage and warmth, as nature is a miserable.
The crowd of a beer stall was thinning.
The saleswoman looks lonely,
And the black beer is unnecessary ...

Chorus:
Ah, Pan, Panov,
Yes, there is no heat for a penny.
What happened was weaved
You can’t return it.

How the remains of clothes lose the trees,
As if there are no trees for the summer of hopes.
Only I am very loved so far
And love has not passed yet ...

But the carnival is already looming,
Autumn sheet flies like separation of a messenger.
And in nature, everything is somehow anxious,
And my dear looks carefully ...

Chorus

“Goodbye, my dear,” I tell him,
- That's the end to the fly, all one to one.
I loved you too much
Therefore, I forgot about separation. -

I'm not afraid to hear bitter words from him -
It is brought up to the most exquisite taste.
He will gently touch my cheeks,
But, of course, he will not return ...

Chorus