Текст песни Виктор Луферов - Лестница в небо

Oh, vanity of days of our brief,
A pile of raw, stubborn clay.
How many of them, ideas, in different notebooks
It remained a long list.

Older designs, stairs to heaven.
It has become alien to your youthful zeal
Those who decided that a drink or bread
Can not you get in the world.

Do whistles sell at the bazaar
But to feed and who w reproach.
Life flies by fire smoke
Your whistle as you follow the whistler.

So it is not the case then daily bread
Who now hungry, sleeping in the rain?
Not in vain in the old song sung:
"There is only one fire-proof house."

In life, fragile, short-lived
Many are lured the Eternal Refuge.
Not all cross and counter
This angle gives the shelter.

They do not consider how much bread
It was in the soldering, a calculation there.
Those who built the stairway to heaven,
The one in a fireproof house and enters.

Each of us hustle his clay
Circle squeezes everyday, day after day.
Each in their own oppression of his back,
Everyone cares about their home.

But gradually, over the entire Mayat
Represented life total.
Cast whole life lived thee
Stairway to Heaven or whistle.