Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Прадеды

Sometimes subsides everything in nature:
Sleep clock, silent calendars.
My grandparents come to me
Of the nearly pogasnuvshey given.
Great-grandfather Michael in sandals everlasting,
With his shaggy beard,
Remembering how gone, leaving a plowed field,
And he died in the First World War.

Alexei's great-grandfather in uniform again,
But the plant it is not about the war,
And about those dens of Shanghai,
Where then I lamented the country.
And, bent like a heavy burden,
Great-grandfather Theodore sat next
The leather jacket over a blouse,
With a warrant for his own execution.

Memory - the flame alive, and fragile,
How to preserve it in a dull night?
His great-grandfather, Solomon would get the violin,
And the motive plaintive sounds.
Stretch invisible thread
Through the year, beating the pulse of the eternal ...
My great-grandparents, you come:
I have something you will not soon'll get
Maybe not soon get there.