Текст песни Т.Кравцов. Хорові акварелі - 14. Постлюдія. Замела ніжні квіти зима

Faded tender flowers of winter,
And they died under the snow.
Other flowers in the breath of spring
They will flourish, but they are no more.

Nightingales sang in the gardens,
There is no gateway to the past.
And my minutes are lived
Snows of oblivion are swept away.

I know there is a sea of darkness somewhere ...
But all that I loved, that I lived,
My happiness and tenderness,
And I would like to keep the anger in the song.