Текст песни Михаил Ефремов - По несчастью или к счастью

Unfortunately or fortunately
The truth is simple:
Never come back
In the former places.

Even if the ashes
They look quite
Do not find what you are looking for
Neither you nor me.

Travel back
I would forbid
And I ask you, like a brother,
Do not stir up your soul!

And not torn in the wake
Who will bring me back?
And I’ll leave on boots
In the forty-first year.

I guess at forty-one
Where (oh my god!)
Will be a young mother
And father is alive ...