This little orchestra Not sad, but a little sad Because it is so beautiful Its little concert This little orchestra Was the beginning of our life This little orchestra Will be with us in the end This little orchestra Was given to us, of course, from above As the last hope For the immortality of the soul This little orchestra You won't hear it anymore Now it is singing its music Beyond the clouds An amazing orchestra Only a voice and a guitar No trombones, no litavers Only a shepherd's horn But when the soul burned From a local fire What was the purpose of Words and music burned Oh, how young we were Oh, how happy we were No deception No betrayal, no guilt This little orchestra Gave us such wings That we flew over ourselves Somewhere in other worlds This little orchestra This little miracle Convinced us that it is necessary To look for good from good And then in fact Life will seem more wonderful No matter how far you are From the Arbat yard Don't pray and don't hope The second life will not come There will be new losses Among other losses But how can we live with you now Without hearing how it plays This little orchestra Called Bulat