Текст песни Цвета Моканова - А жизнь моя..

And my life, neither more nor less
It was only like mine.
And my life consisted of a song
And it’s not a problem that I’ll finish it too.

I'll sing it. No one will notice.
Perhaps salt is in this life of ours,
To carefully lower the branches
Birch on the silent face.

Without lamentations, without praise - a jester with them,
The nightingales rang like before
And just like that: omit and take away,
When my eyes close.

And maybe I'm that marvelous at times
I’ll hear that no one has heard:
How cranes say goodbye to me
Kurlykaya in Russian !.

Blissful moment, such a thing would happen!
From such a miracle crazy
For the last time would wave his hand
And would be silent, not regretting anything.

What to regret? Could it be that song
Which is louder and brighter?
But no matter how the birds break in the skies,
But they die on the earth.

Not for good, universal honor
My words rushed out of my chest.
And if I was sad about something,
It’s clear that I was sad about the Motherland ...

Hieromonk Roman (Matyushin)