Текст песни Наталья Болкунова - кумиры

I look at you and I want to remember all those
To whom without a hitch was ready to bow.
Who looks at me with every new favorite pages
WHO screens shines not for the sake of riches and pleasures.
Who knows how to kindle fire wildest alobuyny
And his tongue will give, to caress my soul.
WHO, vznesyas on its hind legs, can unleash such a wave!
WHO wonderful plays, dance, word for sharp,
WHO crowd from the stage lights, like the wings of a candle
Ile sings beautifully, so that shivers ran over the skin,
To the audience in the hall painfully thrashed in his hands ...
But they are far away. Do not get any hand or shoulder.
It turned out that the idol of my now gone.
Suppose you are in comparison with them yet - green bud,
Only this "yet". I look at you, smile:
You stir the soul sad under-poet.

I look at you and I feel as if time
Gun gave Mayakovsky simply snapped,
What the Beatles did not disintegrate and Choi did not suffer on the "oncoming"
What GREAT alive and does not suffer misfortune.