Текст песни Николай Горшков - Мимо меня торопливо проходят лучшие годы

By me quickly pass
The Best Years , wrapped a blanket ,
Received light , inconspicuous like,
Live , losing - it becomes a brand .

Snowflakes grass veiled ,
As if the ashes of burned Jews.
Kind souls , alas , are dying out ,
Reborn in the scarab beetles .

Sugary taste the forgotten summer
In the language remained numb .
Give the rest of the baton ,
If enough of fate in toys.

cowardly runs away my time ,
Hiding under the drawbridges .
No matter how much is - is never enough .
The proportion of their chosen ourselves.