Текст песни От Юности Моея - Воспоминания

On the shoulders grave cross regret
We again carry, forgetting overnight
Oh good. We are a little sign of moments
Pilgrims of the illusion of happiness.

Laughing friends, hands favorite touch,
Heat of maternal look
Were crossed out of consciousness
And they went beyond no return.

Blinking light, but with the last breath
Included the past by the guest of unwanted,
Sharp scalpel memories
Running for a long time forgotten wounds.