Текст песни Александр Иванов - Чайки

"The Seagulls", Alexander Ivanov
(music by A. Dzyubin, A. Dzyubin, A. Ivanov)

The ball is over, the candles are off ..
Like a shawl from heaven to the shoulders,
Slowly down the evening ...
In the desert quarter
The traveler wandered, and so tired
The soul rushed after him

And, once blinded,
Tightening the buttonhole,
A thin string breaks -
Above the parquet multicolored
Smoke strewed cigarette
In the aroma of tart wine

Wines -
      my for what was or will be!
My longing was alone among these walls! ..
My sadness flew into the distance, to meet people! ..
My love in the crowd disappeared for good ...


Beating heart in my soul boarded up! ..

Crying of heaven did not bring relief ...

Tears of autumn washed away the past of the rocker,

White gulls flew out from under the wheels!

The pain of the wanderer was heard,
On the clasped fingers
Minds the veil ...
The languid blues of empty bottles,
Squeak of played records
Will be heard until the morning! ..

From the sin of an accidental encounter
Life will save, but will not heal
From the invisible wound silence:
Broken broken wings
On the parquet floor from impotence
In the aroma of tart wine ...

Wines ...