Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Надпись на камне

Let my love, peace, old -
it alone served and trust.
I - a nobleman with Arbat yard
Introduction In his court nobility.

For righteousness and devotion to court
I complained pigeon's blood.
When he's gone, I'll die,
yet it is - I have the power over the fate.

The rumor behind the coffin of silver cleaner
and after the music sounds beautiful ...
But do not rush, fortune, whether good,
do not let my poor hands.

Do not cry, Mary, rejoice, live,
still welcomes visitors at the entrance ...
Arbatstvo dissolved in the blood,
indestructible as nature itself.

Kirk, a bulldozer and an ax
vouchsafed to get close to the Arbat,
and great-grandchildren will forget the word & quot; yard & quot; -
Warm and gather us all, arbatstvo.