Текст песни Никитина Татьяна,Никитин Сергей - Остаётся во фляге

It remains in a jar slim margin,
And autumn flags lit is not about us.
Freestyle freestyle will, nothing sad,
Sigh in the open field I can let go.
But where on the heart suddenly such grief?
Life goes through your fingers yellow handful of sand
And autumn flags lit is not about us,
It remains in a jar slim margin

Oh, I drown in the Western Dvina
Or die in some other way,
The country will not spare me,
But me comrades weep.
They will carry me to the cemetery,
Just long and old grudges.
I'm canceling military salute,
I do not want civil funeral.
There will be mourning the morning newspapers,
Followers of me not to lament,
Forgive - farewell to the central committee,
And the hymn I do not have to play.

I've never ridden an elephant,
I had a great failure in love -
The country will not spare me,
But me comrades weep.
Freestyle freestyle will, nothing sad,
Sigh in the open field I can let go.
But where on the heart suddenly such grief?
Life goes through your fingers yellow handful of sand