Текст песни Solles - Песня последней встречи

Song of the last meeting

So helplessly the breast was cold,
But my steps were easy.
I'm on my right hand
Glove with left hand.

It seemed that many steps,
And I knew there were only three of them!
Between the maples, the whispering autumn
He asked: "With me die!

I am deceived by my dull
A changeable, evil destiny. "
I answered: "Darling, darling -
And me too. I'll die with you! "

This is the song of the last meeting.
I looked at the dark house.
Only in the bedroom candles burned
Indifferent yellow fire.