Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Белогвардейский вальс

Waltz.
Waltz.
Waltz, gentlemen of the junker!
The shoes are light.
Fingers are thin.
This is yesterday!
White lace.
How she is spinning!
I'm in love!
Hear boys,
Somewhere above the city-
Calling ...
How many are in dancing
And how many - under bullets
It was - you ....
Bantics curls,
Where are you romantics,
Waltz. Waltz. Waltz.
Crying about you
Only the gray sky
Rain with oblique.
Hear boys,
Somewhere above the city
They beat the clock.
Texpected.
Inexorable -
So, they say, and so ...
Life-produced.
The past is gray
On the curls.
Arrows to midnight,
How the swords are honed
Drinking a grog.
You know, boys
This is measured
Deadline.