Текст песни Олег Банарь - Сцена

Don't believe our nerves are steel
Not for ringing fame or money
We perform here on this stage
Whose name is vertical

And even the first row is so far away
That thunder of applause is not heard here
But there are happy moments
When you touch heaven with your hand

In the meantime, salt is on the shirts
And every new step is always a premiere
And a sense of proportion is so necessary
But every man knows his role for sure

Where are the most beautiful words
Be it the first time or the 300th
All the same - height, friends, work
And after, as a reward - blue

Let the gray hairs add years
But we still rave about this scene
And I want there to be no tragedies
In our repertoire never

Don't believe our nerves are steel
Not for fame or money
We are here today on this stage
Which name is vertical

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dedicated to Sergei Bershov
music and poetry by A. Pugachev