Текст песни Николай Караченцев - Прощальная ария Резанова

I'm dying from simple twigs
Halfway to the truth and miracle,
At halfway, defeating almost.
Jumped with thrones
And died of colds,

Sorry, we were early born,
Wanting impossible
But the best of us
Cut off halfway.

We are half ending children,
We are the name - Haldway,
Sorry, none of us have mastered the roads,
Yes, and was she, the road is ahead?
Forgive me, freedom and Russia,
I did not overcome the whole path.

Forgive me, Earth,
What I left you
Not express everything
Heat soul me, heat ...
We are not obey
That half
But sorry ....

Sorry, I do not understand you again
I'm your deceased idea,
Sorry....