Текст песни Булат Окуджава - В склянке темного стекла...

In the dark glass bottle
From under the imported beer
Red rose bloomed
Proudly and slowly .

historical Novel
I wrote a little,
Punching, as in a fog,
From the prologue to epilogue .

Chorus:
Everyone writes as he hears ,
Everyone hears how he breathes,
As he breathes , and writes
Not trying to please ...
So nature has wanted ,
Why - is not our business ,
What - not for us to judge .

Were given blue,
Fiction was in excess,
And because of their own destiny
I pulled out on a string .
In the path of the hero fitted out ,
We direct the past help
And a retired lieutenant
Himself imagined .

Chorus .

The invention is not cheating,
The idea - still not the point,
Give to finish the novel
To the last leaf .
And while still alive
Rose red in the bottle
Give a shout out words
That lie in the bank for a long time .

Chorus .

1975