Текст песни Александр Маршал на стихи Сергея Ефимоа - Рюкзак на трое суток

He goes overboard in the morning crept up,
We are not after him waving, looking away.
Backpack laid for three days,
But who knows what's ahead,

Where uncertainty seems the norm,
Where were all the emotions of yesterday,
After all of the traps under the fresh turf
Payment - life is not a game.

So be it, forget about the sentiment,
Ultimate attention, a very charged.
And in the safe - a stack of our documents
And greed rows farewell
letters,

Which sent home if
Fate did not throw a coin eagle ...
But, God knows, not sung our songs,
Even under strong back is a backpack.

Let the house waiting for us from a business trip,
To anyone not accustomed to parting.
Forgetting empty disputes and quarrels,
Let the waiting now, today, every moment.

Wait and contrary to facts and reason,
When seemingly no hope of even ...
Backpack laid for three days -
And already almost 10 years.

© Sergey Efimov