Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Эпилог

EPILOGUE

Fly leaves of eternal willow,
Red, like calendar days.
We lived not that ugly,
And it is probably not in vain ...

Everyone wanted to immediately
To go around, but straight.
To bullet in the heart, not infection,
Or in the abyss ... just without a dead end!

Our time has become a sentence
Everyone who toured from the lies!
The riser thief rose to the mountain
Scattered "We" on the hundred "I".

And broke us alone
So not faster ridges.
Just to have time to put a point
And take off to the desired height!

You sorry, my friend sitting in the hall! -
I will not go out in this room ...
What did you want - I was already told.
What managed - I sang. And wrote.

A.V.S.