Текст песни А. Кайдановский, стихи Арс. Тарковского - Жизнь меня к похоронам...

Living me for a funeral
Has taught me a little.
We comply, thank God.
Priority by year.

But my age
My former companion
Went away without respecting
Shaky rules of being.

A few worthless roses
I brought to the funeral service,
False memory
Together with roses he brought.

As if we know where
We're going with her on the tram,
And the rain comes down
Rainbow on wires.

And with yellow lanterns
In seven-colored plumage
Tears of happiness for a moment
Will light up before our eyes

And the cheek is still wet
And the hand is still cool
And she's still so greedy
In love with life and happiness.

In the morgue, the milky light lies
On a silver eyelet
And, for this death is responsible,
Conscience cries and trembles

Trying in vain just a little
Move the wax mask
And the fateful publicity
Overwhelm with burning salt.