Текст песни Уставшее сердце - Цветок в асфальте

The song was written by Paul Neshataev
Through asphalt, gravel and sand
Through the thick gray asphalt
Green sprout thin
With great power atlas
Winepress your way every day
In millimeter a week
He grew up with zealous ant
Nestled stone bed
He's been waiting for that glorious moment
When you see the sun in the sky
Then he opens the face of all
From stone to the world of the little window breaking
And the germ left prisoner
Breaking through a prison wall
Free wind of change
Touched leaf antenna
And the light of the sun warmed
Sprouted leaf for leaf
Green bush - the fruits of victory
Neusmirimogo sprouts
And our dandelion bloomed
He caught fire in the riot of colors
And look all around swept
Flower-orphan on the pavement
The flower only see a gray background
Faceless, dusty and cold
Though it broke through the concrete
Around the asphalt is barren
He lived his whole life one
From year to year, Spring Flowers
Unrecognized, not love
Brutally thrown by fate
And in the stem sap freezes
Only in May the bees pollinate
Fluffy ball of seeds
Sadly the wind waves
But the seeds sprout
Hundred of thousands of young shoots
And everyone will give beauty
Our sad abandoned flower
This is how the poet il musician
Giving others their creations
Wasting his talent
Unable to find a use for them
For many, it is just a weed
Not right, the empty space
Do not guided them the gleam in his eyes
In the chest instead of a heart of stone
But among the thousands of gray persons
Find someone whose heart beats
Whose feelings are torn without borders
He who wakes up from your words
In his work laid the hope
Strings of Soul will affect my verse
I write for those who live heart
Such as I, the flowers in the concrete