Текст песни Песни нашего века - Мокрый вальс

(music and lyrics: Eugene Klyachkin)

How fragile doors
The country Dover
For someone who believes only in the castle.
So, inevitably
Quenches our tenderness,
Our tenderness - the severity of someone's hand.

What we no longer teaches:
Time or event -
It is unlikely that it is important, even if you will understand.
But when we are pressing
Scarier waking dream,
Go out at night under the flickering rain.

All hopes, you hear? -
He will inhale -
Rain sleepless, rustling in the night.
Splash of applause in the hall
Or lips touch,
Lip-touch can be discerned in it.

And, while above us
Blue flame
Unknown, we storing the stars -
It will, as before,
Heart warming hope
Taking us away from trouble.