Текст песни Екатерина Болдырева - Двадцать семь октябрей

Twenty-seven October
1. Twenty-seven October
Over the past five I became wiser
Over the past ten - Welcome
And in the last three were fewer stones
Over the last one
Today drank more than cherished friends
But the latter has penetrated
In my soul respectfully, as if in a museum
Twenty-seven Octobers
2. Rod, breaking metal
Grass sprout from weathered rocks
Well no one will give
This force earlier? Nobody will give
With a shield and sword
Among quarrels and pans, between the wind and the stars
I sing, but what?
The world is as complex as it is simple
Twenty-seven of my roses
3. So, probably, can not be
But you are my judge, your honor bright
Before you all, I
No sew or cut, what sort of have
Twenty-seven you back
Maybe it was, the sky brighter and wiser
But in my mother's eyes
Not frightened birds, no closed doors -
Twenty-seven Octobers