Текст песни Оптимальный вариант - Сок спелой травы

We are not waiting for
We are called,
We ourselves have come here ...
And to become a
At least for ten minutes,
Others broke the year.
We stepped
Towards love
Unlike its name
From stamp
Our lips found
The juice of ripe grass ...

And each of us
And he played and sang,
And he knew the success and deadlock.
And if you and I
Sea Affairs
So we're still alive, man.
Let each rock
His God
But each of God
His age,
And do not be afraid of those
Who before you.

And while we're
Do not sail with the flow
Fine rubber days -
We do not have to
Apologize
Our rigorous children.

And everyone remembers,
What he was not alone,
What is he in his house
No guest
And while this is -
Hammered, tambourine,
At each step
Silver nail.

We're going to meet the love,
Unlike its name from the die,
And save us from thirst
The juice of ripe grass.

And while we're
Not kradёm inspiration
And somebody's idea of ​​elastic -
We do not have to
Apologize
Our rigorous children.

... But you and I
To be aging,
So, leave at all.
And somewhere already
Polish copper
For new attacks and themes.
Let each rock
His God
But each of God
His age,
And do not be afraid of those
Who is after you.

And when I'm in the evening
Himself in consolation
Turn pages rains
I hear -
Behind us there is a generation
Courageous and gentle people.

I believe -
For generations we have come
Courageous and gentle people.

 1986.