In Soviet cellar in the basement of the Soviet -
Right down the stairs -
Dancing tired, already quite old ,
It was quite an old master.
He whirls in a waltz , it is turned into a waltz
He circled in black waltz like a cat
In the hands of his Walther , in the hands of his Walther
In the hands of his Walter Scott .
He reads a lot , he reads a lot ,
He reads a lot and a lot of singing
And poultry flocks tired Leaf
in the eyes of his old sunrise
Fainter and fainter , fainter and fainter
Steps leaving people
He does not extinguish the candle , he happily smothers
Tired souls of children .
Within a week , during the week
He catches a big trout,
And in the evening at nine heavenly maidens
With him joyfully share the bed.
In buttoned coat, buttoned frock coat
Solemnly he kefir drinks ,
And the dogs bark , and move back cancers
In the darkness of Soviet apartments
Poor cripple yard colleague
It calls for you
And the uncle of the housing department , of the Copper Age
Gives flowers at the meeting .
In Soviet cellar in the basement of the Soviet -
Straight down the stairs -
Dead tired, already quite old
It was quite an old master
He whirls in a waltz , it is turned into a waltz
He whirls in a waltz , black like a cat
In the coffin of his Walther in his coffin Walther ,
In his coffin Walter Scott .
As can be seen is not new, as you can see is not new
Nothing on this earth .
We hear from the grave the last word
Farewell him.
& quot; Let's cry , let's cry
Over the strangeness of the day
Let's go to the city for the cottage
And there they buried me
Let's , let's , let's , let's ,
Let's go to the movies ... & quot;
He whirls in a waltz , it is turned into a waltz
And sadly looking out the window.
