Текст песни Михаил Файбушевич - Эхо

Not to warm places, but forever
Like a flock of birds, you wouldn’t lose count
So as not to return from the flight,
My years are leaving me
A lot of them flew away from me
They're getting farther, who will find the leftovers?
But for me, all of these twinks are sweet:
And the heat and cold of the day.

Hot lips have dry touch
In later oaths, the words of the Germans are stricter.
It takes years to get younger
Songs and poems go to people
Songs and poems go to people.

And day, having been born in the night, will replace darkness.
And the new day again will console midnight
So the echo goes back to
Who went out to call or came to the rescue.

Hot lips have dry touch
In later oaths, the words of the Germans are stricter.
It takes years to get younger
Songs and poems go to people
Songs and poems go to people.

Not to warm places, but forever
Like a flock of birds, you wouldn’t lose count
So as not to return from the flight,
My years are leaving me ...