Текст песни старый черновик. немцева. - памяти друга

Friend's memory.

Return those who took heaven.
All those who are needed before the loss of the pulse.
But do not return ...
As among the sky of a clear thunderstorm ...
And, you know, friend
It is easier for us to change all the poles,
It is easier for us to breathe smoke,
How to let all those
Who has not passed his way.