Текст песни Максим Жигновский - Улетела сашкина душа

"You're gone listen to the silence ..."
(Alexander)

You're left to listen to the silence,
Lost in Mayat earth,
Even the words of farewell to anyone
Not left behind for him.

Rastrezvonit the morning rush,
What's not short of thirty
Sashka departed soul -
Do not sit her more confined.

And then cry bells
On decrepit chapel and oblique,
And the priest turning his censer
It will fly to drive in front of you.

In the cloying smoke of incense
Mixed in with the smell of candles
Will I be jealous of the fact
Who is not buried friends.

And goodbye forever gone,
Throwing a handful of cold earth,
And in September shed a tear,
All blushing, not preserved ...

(Sl and the Muses -.. M.Zhignovsky,
19.09.2004 city)