Текст песни соколов владимир - серебряные нити

Silver threads in your hair
The thirtieth year is left behind the doorstep.
Which of the most absurd excuses
I was trying to explain my own fear? ..

"I don't ask death for immortality" -
Yosya Brodsky once said,
And I ask, haughty and catchy,
But not at death - at brochures

His awkwardly tailored verses:
Live, because you are the essence, my salvation.
I searched and eagerly played off the moments,
And raved about deliverance from the shackles,

That bound my gut
That robbed me of my will
What's the use of the sharpest pain
When are you not ready for pain at all?

But there is good in everything, and in pain it means there is,
No matter how the millstones over us would converge ..
We were here? In practice, I dreamed.

"Alas, you are not on the list for heaven."