Текст песни Юрий Шевчук - Пусть в стакане сияют лучи

If I get sick,
 doctors will not treat,
 I appeal to friends
 (do not consider that it is in delirium):
 I lay a steppe,
 curtain the windows fog me,
 Put a pillow
 night star.

 I went through.
 I had a reputation touchy.
 If you hurt me in fair battle,
 bandage my head
 mountain road
 and cover me
 blanket
 in autumn colors.

 Powders or drops - are not necessary.
 Let the glass shine rays.
 The hot desert wind, silver waterfall -
 That is what we should be treated.
 From the sea and the mountains
 and breathes for centuries,
 how you look, feel:
 We live forever.

 Not wafers white
 My way is littered and clouds.
 Do not you walk away from the hospital corridor,
 and the Milky Way.