Текст песни В. Высоцкий - пусть былое...

melted candle
In the old flooring,
Rain dripping on the shoulders
Silver epaulettes.
As in agony haunting
Gold wine ...
Let the former goes!
Let the former goes!
What will come - all the same,
does not matter...

And in their death beds,
Glancing back,
Run away deer,
An abscess on the volley.
Someone suggests barrel
Innocent chest ...
Let the former goes,
Let the former goes!
Let come something,
anything...

Someone evil and skillful,
Fun, random
Mosque sharp arrows
The inflamed sunset.
You can hear melodies in the storm
Repetition of notes ...
All the former goes,
All former goes!
Let come what comes,
that will come ...