Текст песни Сергей Спирик - Погост моей души

Happens, friends we forget
Happens, love betrays us.
Sometimes the feeling is,
As if someone steals them from us.
And from the crowds themselves hiding,
For the ceiling and walls, in the quiet
Forgotten about me I'm posting
On the small graveyard of my soul.

There's a quiet corner of the portraits of
Those who had once been good
And somehow it is not clear, it is strange,
When he was still alive, but he was gone.
And I keep some reason the phone
Unnecessary numbers scrolls. And whistles
Replace me otherworldly voice,
It's like a wolf howling in anguish.

We can not understand the disappearances,
How not given to us to prevent them.
We do not betray the past to oblivion
But it's worth to live in the present
And with new friends we walk,
And they fill their days ...
Sometimes we meet such people!
It happens that they meet us.

Happens to love us forget
What happens is that each of us betrays.
Sometimes the feeling is,
As if someone steals them from us.
And from the crowds themselves hiding,
For the ceiling and walls, in the quiet
Forgotten about me I'm posting
On the small graveyard of my soul.