Текст песни Вера Матвеева - Ах, разбудили меня, разбудили

Oh, wake me up, I woke up,
sad for the calculation planted:
as allotted days?
In the first column - those that sailed the waters
and will not return to me;
next column - those that have been in vain
and ugly,
and it is better not to look back;
in the third column - the ones that are on holiday,
but that's something they do not, no, no ...

Oh, wake me up, I woke up,
for the calculation of the bitter planted:
as released troubles?
In the first column - those that have already burst
and will not return to me;
next column - those that do not deserve,
I folded them,
but it is better not to look back;
in the third column ... But I put down the sheet -
very much in the future troubles, troubles, troubles ...

Oh, wake me up, I woke up,
for a terrible calculation planted:
given how much joy?
Well you blank sheets I was given? -
joy no one.
You rummage in their dusty archives slowly,
not to miss.
I, too, because I want to be just a little happy,
at least a little favorite you want to be, be, be.

Spring 1970