Текст песни Белая гвардия - Последняя сказка

For a long time they were silent in the window, who escorted you
Unrequited heights - all that remains for us ...
You flew over the world, and the world fell asleep,
Candle burned out the twelfth autumn sun.

Autumn. Clouds are floating. Dried flowers.
Time mumbles something and heals numbers with needles.
And you are already high, you are so high! And from that height
Our games, dreams, pedestals - just scattered beads.

Autumn. Deaf houses. Empty yards ...
Turn on the moon, go to sleep. I can not sleep. I do not believe.
A stack of books about death, about what then, about the paths and worlds.
Only books about death, and crying about loss.

Crying, swimming, autumn song, the last tale
Fallen from a maple leaf.
And to you neither the door nor the bridge.
From the canvas of the starry sky
Paint is slowly flowing ...
Crying swim, autumn song, the last tale ...