Текст песни Н.Музалёв - Прощание

I do not defend that
That there is nothing left
I so wanted to me lucky
But everything came out for evil.
Everything that I managed, I forgot
All that the shore, - folded into the fire,
And for the third time I do not sleep,
I blurted out.

Throw wreaths, I will become an angel,
Loggi bonfires, I'm in dust
There is no strength to fly to the asterisk,
But back I will not come back.

Young managed to get sick
It can be seen, I had to pass,
And if so, then everything I sang,
No longer sing.
I so sought to choose myself
And happened by the hour
Complex your way needs to go through
In order not to get off the way.