Текст песни Александр Фролов - Память

Despite everything,
Always, no matter what,
The hands of the clock continue to run.
River water
Will inevitably flow into the seas.
A cut rose bush will give a new shoot.

Memory is like smoke
A little breeze blew, and already
My eyes stopped watering.
He was young
So he remained in the soul.
Another traveler followed the path to heaven.

(Alexander Frolov)