Текст песни Баллада о свечах - ...мы вдруг садимся за рояль...

Rain lurking outside the window,
Fog quarreled with rain
And unrestrained evening
And gloomy evening.
About something distant, ethereal,
About something near and dear,
Burning, crying candles.
It seemed to cry about them:
We are living righteously,
But sometimes in the evening,
But sometimes in the evening ...
Suddenly we sit down at the piano,
Remove the key from the veil
And light candles.
And candles are crying for men,
That cry softly, then harder.
And drain the bitter tears
They do not have time,
And it is very important to me,
What is not afraid to wax fire
What are melting candle for me ...
So quiet melt.
Rain lurking outside the window,
Fog had quarreled with the chief
And unrestrained evening
And gloomy evening.
About something distant, ethereal,
About something near and dear,
Burning, crying candles.