Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Дни Турбиных

Ask no one why, why
Shot in the sky for a shot shot.
This old life escapes into darkness
So ordinary, scary and fast

And in the turbine living room forgotten comfort,
And a service in a golden border ...
And, in spite of the cannonade, they will sing again
There about summer residents, summer residents and shooting

And, of course, no one should die,
Though a woeful messenger is in a hurry,
And until they come yet to take
No dishes, no life, no songs ...

All that will come later will come later.
But I'm not afraid to feel anymore
How my meek house loses heat
How words and hugs decay.

All that will be later - in a cockroach run
On the planet, to yourself, whether from yourself ...
Everything in cream curtains on the other side
So pointless we lost ...

How much to push us across the distant seas
How many meetings are alien shores
Golden Elena will go to camps
Without bowing their heads in front of them ...

How many proud and strong at that turn
Will break dashing bad weather ...
How many bright minds from Russia already
Philosophical waiting for steamboats ...

And the last verse will sing the junker -
Epitaph of the former homeland
And then the tyrant will clap in the theater
Our play of ruined lives ...

... Hello, summer residents, hello, summer residents,
filming with us has long begun ...