Текст песни Григорий Лепс - Послесловие

The curtain will come down soon
And, silenced, the thunderstorm subsides.
And dusk in brooding curtains
Will close tired eyes.
Thick fog superstition
Breathes silence in the face.
And silently silent doors
I'll close the night after me.

Chorus:
On the dusty threshold I will leave alarms
And sadness spider web tear.
All the drops of confusion and the staff of doubt
In the green throw grass.
Shrug shoulders,
And it will be easier,
But I do not have much time.
Something is not nice,
But I live and all right.
And nothing,
And nothing more to regret.

I will go out in the embrace of coolness,
Raising his coat collar.
Sigh loneliness nearby
And the bird will drop its cry.
Taking off a black felt hat,
Shoulder leaning against the lantern.
Palm hiding from the wind,
Sighing slowly, slowly, lit a cigarette.

Chorus.