Текст песни Сергей Никитин - стихи Дмитрий Сухарев - Жизнь до конца ясна...

A life
Until the end is clear.
It is clear that nowhere clearer.
All of her moves,
Each turn
Before vulgarity known in advance.

Day
Accelerates running.
Night melknuv, slipping into the void.
And melts the snow on the Moscow fly
As the days and nights are melting on the fly.

And into the void
From emptiness
Again, look, look, look, podperevshis hand,
As if you're not, and finish the game this game
Will not you, but someone entirely different.

how
In the game you look,
Rubbish game - it is rubbish from all sides:
At the emperor's new clothes
One boat,
One boat, and to the old Charon.

But despite,
But at the same time
Again herself harbors and harbors not weak thought -
The idea that at the same time however,
In spite of all the laws of the endgame
You could suddenly find a non-standard course.

Every day and every moment
The absurdity, the blessing
I -
I -
And yet,
However ...

1997