Текст песни Александр Чекмарёв - Вещи

Vadim Shefner

Things

The owner dies, but his things remain,
They do not care, things, to someone else's, human misfortune.
At the hour of your death, even the cups on the shelves do not break
And the rows of sparkling glasses do not melt like ice.

Maybe for things and not worth too much effort, -
So obediently others expose themselves to mirrors
And indifferent chairs crowd in a crowd of onlookers,
And the faceted legs of the table will not tremble or creak.

Because for some reason you will not be in the world,
The electric meter will not turn the other way around
The phone will not die, the tape in the cassette will not light up,
The refrigerator, crying, will not go after your coffin.

Be the ruler of them, do not give yourself to them to slaughter,
Always be a fair, impassive master of them, -
He who lived for things loses everything with the latter
breath,
The one who lived for people - after death lives among
alive.

(1957)