Текст песни Александр Матюхин - Н. Рубцов. Конец

Death was approaching, approaching
Has come close already, -
The old woman clung to the old man,
And my soul brightened!

Light, light, like a spring spirit,
Life flew before her
The brooks seemed Sunday
And the light and the ringing of Easter days!

And the way back is impossible,
And glorious is the one who was
For every moment it is gratifying,
For that short spring ardor.

- All is well, thank God all ... -
And the grandfather mumbles about his,
Like, live a little more
So together, therefore, we will die.

“No,” he says. - Calls the grave.
Don't hold me now.
You, - he says, - wine for the commemoration
Buy. Don't drink too much ...

And the voice was getting softer, quieter,
Life faded away forever
And it began to be heard as above the roof
The wires howl wistfully ...