Текст песни MC Хованский - Прости меня, Мирон

To the ground, all in dust
Now what are you holding in your hands?
Stingy memory of past days?
Remember the faces of all friends
Remember, you don’t forget you.

Your best friends are loneliness and fatigue
It’s a pity they don’t talk at night.
Parting with the past is harder than it seemed
Chasing yourself, hoping to be in time
For what I have never seen
And those you will not find further
From your mistakes weave a strong whip,
To resurrect himself through the scars of others.
Build a bunch of stairs from your own lies
To get out of the pits that he dug to himself.

To the ground, all in dust
No matter what you hold in your hands
A bright memory of past days?
Do not remember the faces of all friends
Do not you remember - does not mean that you are forgotten