Текст песни О. Игнатьева - Бильбо

The sun is burning outside the window
And in the room there is a hearth;
I remember the past
About bright summer days

Who are gone forever
Like those flowers in the fields
That they bloomed cheerfully in the summer
And in the fall they are

Scattered by the winds
Over the fallen leaves
And the cobwebs were guarding
Its rustling layer ...

I think about the past life -
And about flowering years
When in the next winter
Snow will cover the trail

Of my life worries
And interrupted ventures,
And the world of the gates will open
For future people.

I remember the past
But with the heart - at the door,
Hopefully meet around the corner
Returned friends.