Текст песни
The sons lay down to sleep
Having hid mushrooms in their pockets
Even the walls seemed obedient
Many things seemed, what of it
Actually not much seemed to us nor to them
But hark! What was that?
Once more the father didnt give a direct answer
And to the sons who woke anew this is what he said,
exclaiming and flashing his eyebrows
Let the gray-haired people
Sing and dance
Let them wave their arms
Like a man
On a placid, beautiful day
You diminish in breath
How soon I will apprehend
The perfection of death
The horses rush like waves,
Hooves clop
The steeds are dashing and ablaze,
Vanished they gallop
But how to clasp their abatement,
And are all of us mortal?
What can you tell me, O moment
Will I understand you?
The bed stands before me,
Ill softly lie,
And under the wall Ill feign to be
A flag and gladioli
Sons, sons My hour approaches
Im dying Im dying
Dont ride in coaches
The end, it comes
