Текст песни Дольский Александр - Старинные часы

ANTIQUE CLOCK

The clock is coming,
antique clock.
Two arrows hanging like a mustache
they are not for beauty.
They knock tic-tak, so-so-so
and they beat boom-white-boom-beating,
but someone hears - It's not like that,
not so in the world he lived!

And someone hears - Cry - do not cry,
fly, fly a year ...
And time is an old wise doctor.
will be forgotten misfortune.

You say, me - Farewell, my friend,
go to your watch.
Not for me their quiet knocking,
not for me you yourself.

And again my watch goes,
having been left behind for many years.
I threw Time on the scales.
but we do not have dies.