Текст песни Юрий Брыгин - Прокурорам моим

By the prosecutors
Yuri Brygin
All call and call.
From sympathy has nowhere to go.
Gate love friends.
From the soul comforts relatives.

Only wounds are hurt
Not under the gypsum, but somewhere at the heart.
I would pose, but it is impossible.
They will not understand and convince me.

My prosecutors
From the holy angle contemplate.
Neither fuss nor hula
Having silent reproach.
Prosecutors of love
Undoubtedly, they believe:
If in the heart breaking,
So, the fate is close.

Do not rub off the shoulder.
Do not judge harsh and strictly.
Do not grumble
Predinuous sad outcome.
No reliable doctor
The thorny life is the road.
And the course of years.
And mysterious, wise sunrise ...