Текст песни С. Канторович и М. Вавилов - Вопрос

Institution disappear, water breaks,
Old slate cracked alone,
Do not return anyone, never.
Covenet island in splashes arms.

Everything will disappear: Snowfall will not blind,
Major rain face does not resist.
And you ask: "How did I live? Eh, lived the nefple! " -
And you feel horror shivering ...

"What I've done? And what is so true proud of?
Where did my arrogant path? "
Suddenly, we will say the sneaking: "loved Belarus ..."
And it will be drunk hard chest.

"I loved her glorious spiritual meril
And proud that life gave me
Ta Earth, where he had ever bathed,
And Yakub came from the yard. "

And you remember how in May hurried to the parade,
As a carnation squeezed in a fist,
And how was the endlessly togan and glad
Demonstrations of tanks, missiles.

As a dedication served as he sometimes,
As there was a choice and hard, and simple.
And asking himself again, "Why did I live?",
You will answer: "Stupid question!"