Текст песни Роман Аракчеев - Любимый зритель

a couple of minutes I'm gone,
my vote is unlikely to happen again.
today, goodbye, my favorite spectator,
promise to write sometimes, or better call.
my little world I fit in poetry
and he gave to those who have heart more than others,
because if you give something, it is only good,
in every house, in every small world.
I'm the one who keep you warm on a cold December
who covered with frost-crawl your hands,
when breaking into your home
my painfully naive poetry,
were getting to the heart,
and you cried about vanilla,
while I was trying to save someone.
You do not understand, and it is unlikely that you will see
you had better close the door and leave,
Farewell, farewell my beloved audience.