Текст песни Андрей Макаревич и ОКТ - Нам, пожалуй, пора

It’s time for us
We will probably go
Too many new people at the table,
They all talk about something else
And the hostess removes jazz from the player,
She looks at them,
As once looked at us.
Nobody will open our books without us.
New noise, new din,
New Fleur, New Smoke
Let them make a movie,
Let them dance to what they like so much.
Our job is to leave nicely
Our dance has no place
Neither here nor in the bottomless network.
Life is just a game,
We, perhaps, will go,
We seem to have to go.
Only the sea does not remember the waves
Only the wind does not expect praise,
Just do not know the tears.