Текст песни Маргарита Чикалина - По заросшей лестнице пройдёшь

On overgrown stairs will pass,
Seeing it from afar.
Proshurshit the sky whether rain,
Whether the wings touched the clouds.

That's it, and no words, no force.
Just remember that - "live"
Only that will manage and wore
Reset on the withered grass.

And when it's bad news,
Polyhnuv left bylem,
On stage sit downed,
And silent and think about your.

To rock maple, as in delirium,
Gnarled boughs threatening,
At the edge, where the terrible "I will go"
Heavier latent "impossible".

Sweetly them, they know not what evil
To the root of bitterness to radiate,
Othmer rings trunk
Milestones unclimbed route.

You see - and do not come true,
But not bitter from
Like you and death passed through,
Just do not notice anything.