[Couplet 1]:
Sit-sit with me gray headed, gray headed.
I covered your head in silver, and farther silence.
Like Ranevskaya played - I couldn't.
[Bridge]:
Will you write letters to me?
You will write letters to me!
Let me smoke, let me finish your drink.
Resistance is pointless!
Chorus:
Why did I let go of your hand? Why, say?
There, where the performance is over, real life begins.
In order to feel nothing - I'll pretend to be a clay statue.
People, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.
In order to feel nothing - let me smoke, let me drink.
But Mama, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.
[Couplet 2]:
Don't need, I'm by myself, I'm by myself
For you, for all, with everyone, but one.
And from the window Moon - my real friend,
Servant of loneliness.
[Bridge]:
Will you write letters to me?
You will write letters to me!
Let me smoke, let me finish your drink.
Resistance is pointless!
Chorus:
Why did I let go of your hand? Why, say?
There, where the performance is over, real life begins.
In order to feel nothing - I'll pretend to be a clay statue.
People, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.
In order to feel nothing - let me smoke, let me drink.
But Mama, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.
[Couplet 3]:
Stays the clock, doesn't hit midnight
No more friends, which lied.
Tragicomedy - an encore.
The curtains slowly fall.
I don't play, I lived this play
So, how I could. What for?
Chorus:
Why did I let go of your hand? Why, say?
There, where the performance is over, real life begins.
In order to feel nothing - I'll pretend to be a clay statue.
People, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.
In order to feel nothing - let me smoke, let me drink.
But Mama, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.