Текст песни Александр Звенигородский - Через терни к звездам

At the time, the fate of the flute melody
Uncreatable plays Providence,
And we are born, trying not to forget
His last earthly assignment.
A flute voice crumbles, ringing
Crystal laughed at some moments.
Under this music on the plans being
Soul manifest finest aspirations.

And so conceived that each of his cross
It is instructed, wearing a crown of thorns.
We are on the ground under the watchful eye of heaven
Parts reset slave shackles.
But there comes a moment, and a keen ear
Perceive that music that sounds great,
And soar above the world of the enlightened spirit
It is rightly said: "per aspera ad astra".