Текст песни Людмила Гурченко, Александр Ширвиндт - Годы проплывают...

Years swim quietly or loudly ,
Memory cooling down, which melts at us quietly .
What do we do? A lot or a little?
Who will respond to us today? Remember , as happened more than once ...
Morning or evening , midnight or noon ,
You ask , I answer : What are you , not fall !
Birds fly , people remain
And you can only weapon with a bird flock back to the spring return ?
That encounter , youth somewhere nearby ,
Only stay in the past , no, never have !
Will , all that will be, all that was ,
The heart does not forget the memory would not only cool ...