Текст песни Юрий Истомин - Памяти Тимофея

A friend died, a friend wrapped
And not in Kosovo, not in Chechnya
Friend died, from such a circle
What is closer than in the war ...

Chorus:

When you stand over the precipice with others
Land of black and in the yard of spring
And do not shoot in the sky by idle
This silence is still worse.

And we stand long ago we are not soldiers
Who with him tobacco and bread shared
And we stand and we are all to blame
All who did not deploy him ...