Текст песни Андрей Варламов - Посвящение Юрию Устинову

Let your leaky farce
Again, do not sell tickets
Let forever in debt,
What's sad about this

Let the boys just
Let pohohochut of play of
Empty pocket - what a trifle!
Much worse with an empty soul!

In the eyes of their fathers correct
You're a loser, and only
And kids love eccentrics
But children like only good

You teach them to give good,
You teach them to share the warmth
Do not be scared to be forty young
Terrible old man be born!

But life sometimes kicks,
As brumby,
And lying on the pavement
A crowd of around laughing

But, no matter how painful, pull yourself together -
What do they laugh at wallowing in the dust!
Fall is not terrible, hell,
Far worse not rise!

And you go, and after you
Fools gleefully poked a finger
Well, mediocrity does not forgive those
Who see the world in colors and paints

Yes Is it for you to judge!
You take care of your palette
Not afraid to break the mirror,
Much worse to become faceless!

And so you go year after year
And kindness light sow
And if suddenly one day
Oh, he did not rise sumeesh

Well, then, what then to sigh,
It's all a long time is not new
Do not be scared to lose his head,
It is terrible to be in life headless!