Владимир Высоцкий - Оплавляются свечи
текст песни

Candles are melted
On old parquet,
And flows on the shoulders
Silver with EPULET.
As in agony wandering
Gold wine ...
All the past leaves, -
What will come - anyway.

And, in a suicide tomgle
Wearing back
Deer run
Locking on a volley.
Someone blows blow
On the innocent chest ...
All the past leaves, -
Let something come.

Someone evil and skillful,
Wearing, at random
Runs sharp arrows
In the inflamed sunset.
Hear in a drow melody
Repetition of notes ...
All the past leaves, -
Let him come what will come.