Текст песни Максим Жигновский - Памяти друга

"IN MEMORY OF A DEAD FRIEND"
(Dedicated to Innocent)

Don't be sad, brother. Chase longing
Move at random through our days
Don't look for the wind to be on course
If life is cool, feel the taste.

Do not blame me, vest-life
So weaves our way - hold your trousers!
The clouds cannot be turned back,
So why are you, brother, tearing your soul in vain? ...

To court in the minds of the local customs
In those higher worlds, the more amusing -
Something old man started to light up here -
Lo and behold, the worm is sharpening his chest.

But shouting "Goodbye!" in despair
Do not let yourself, carry in your memory
Faces, names ... It was - not passed!
And hope for a meeting anyway.

And at the end of years, or maybe tomorrow
Somewhere a little light as if in a mirage,
Breaking reality in soft silence,
He, looking into your eyes, will come up to you.

And the world will bring down its skies,
Somewhere, damn it, the ways converge!
And while the cards are being shuffled,
To each his own ! Don't be sad, brother ...

(Words and music - M. Zhignovsky,
April 19, 2003)