Текст песни Инна Фидянина-Зубкова - Прошлое как-то странно с нами прощается

The past somehow it says goodbye to us strange:
then forever forgotten
then again returns.
It only drops to us
It seems to seem.

And when to repent,
then again the past forget
unpretentious people
And the war is coming to each other.

Events pass by the memory:
They smell badly, do not look!
Do not look, you will not find there
what will take
In the distant far far.

Sideways come out sideways
past years of interjections.
Centuries pass, century,
Centuries melt like metal.
I won't give them
Nothing I want.

So quietly peel
Past, say goodbye to us,
That leaving, then returning again.

I'm looking to the distant gave:
- Have you not met the past?
"No," the wind whispers.
- Not! - Children say.
"No," the ocean Elza mumbles.

No one wants any of the past return.
And you do not need to think about it.
Beri, friend, cool
And throw it into the sea!

See how much burning in it:
Ships, ships and bones.
From the bones, you build a bridge,
And we pass on it -
maybe something you will find.

After all, in the crypton of each two story:
One bad, other on conscience
Not people, but the words of a simple "past" -
The sound is empty, and how sad everything is folded.