Текст песни Михаил Трегер - Послесловие

Afterword

"To the legs" - perhaps yes.
"To the leg" - perhaps, no.
When the soul is firm,
It does not leave the mark.
And brief the first snow
And sweets every breath,
And soft man
He is good, or bad.

And however, where there is a trace
Unheard of victories
Unprecedented leisure
And survived the goal ...
Do not distinguish one year
Among the faceless years,
Do not take from "never"
In the "ever" ticket.

Two stations that apart
On the ring branch,
Give Kasanese casual
Not fate.
And melts in the distance
Snow with smoke in half ...
And early me "to the leg",
And late I am "to the legs".

11/16/2009