Текст песни Белая гвардия - У пяти прудов

Five ponds burn down sunset,
Stir up a wave of wild duck.
Behind Moscow, do not look back,
Pond side - gray stones.

Head you on humpback bridge,
Crackling ridge be shaken,
Here, close to the distant stars,
Do not look back, it's getting dark.

I'll show you how trees are asleep,
Here the river floating, weeping willow.
Do not look back, there are home
And the lights are burning the same.

Just close your eyes - and you will hear the steppe,
Voices sigh bell,
And in the distance the fires - a gold chain,
There's horses graze people are free.

You'll hear how the shepherds sing,
Not easy scrip - wandering life.
Behind the water will close the fifth pond
You go to the fire, do not fold.

But when the river rises a month
And suddenly the pain will wash poignant,
Look back and shake the hand -
As from the past to the present.

Surrounded darkness, but from all sides ...
Just chalk in hand memory crumbles.
We stand with you in the depths of time,
And his shirt fluttering in the wind ...