Текст песни Илья Егоров - Я зарастаю памятью...

I am overgrown with memory
As a wasteland overgrows with forest.
And the memory birds sing in the morning
And the memory wind drones at night
Memory trees babble all day.

And there, in my feathered memory,
All tales begin with "once."
And this is the singleness of being
And the onceness of quenching thirst.

But in my memory such power is hidden
Which returns images and multiplies ...
Noisy, not ceasing, memory rain,
And the memory-snow flies and cannot fall.