Текст песни Игорь Тальков - Памяти В.Цоя

Song words Igor Talkov - memory of Viktor Tsoi

Poets are not born by chance -
They fly to Earth from height.
Their life is surrounded by a deep mystery,
Although they are open and simple.

The eyes of such divine envoys
Always sad and faithful to the dream.
And in the chaos of the problems of their souls forever shine
The worlds that were worn in the dark.

They leave by completing the task,
They respond to higher worlds,
Unknown to our consciousness.
According to the rules of the space game.

They leave, not doping the check
When in their honor the orchestra plays a carcass:
Actors, musicians and poets -
Healers of our tired souls.

In the forests of their songs, birds stand up
In the fields for them, flowers wreaths are counted.
They go away in the distance, but never die
And in the songs and in verses they live.

Or maybe today or tomorrow
I will leave the mysterious mysterious.
There, where left, left us suddenly
Poet and composer Viktor Tsoi ...