Текст песни Николай Шипилов - После бала

No one was spared this autumn,
Even the sun in the wrong direction has fallen.
That leaves crawl as visitors
After the ball after ball after ball ...

The two dark-red joined hands in vain,
Only dunesh more feasible - and all is lost.
This in yellow lonely all rushes underfoot,
He wants wedding after ball after ball.

And alone in the green, rugged dance broken-winded,
He does not understand where he is going, where it came.
And at the door of paradise does not understand that he was dying,
How is it possible after the ball after the ball?

(Original final verse is replaced later by the author:
No one was spared this autumn,
Even dvornitsa that leaves raking in paradise,
Slipped, lame, broken a leg seen,
So ends the novels after the ball).

No one was spared this autumn.
Leaf fall is as a storm in a hundred thousand points.
And, like knife scars on the pavement - inanimate
Spots of ash after the ball after the ball.