Текст песни Иван Бунин - Настанет день - исчезну я

The day will come - I disappear ,
And in this room is empty
All the same will be a table, bench
Yes way , ancient and simple.

And the same will to fly
Colored butterfly silk,
Flit , flutter and rustle
On a blue ceiling.

And just as the sky is the bottom
See the open window
and sea level blue
enticing in its desert expanse .