Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Больничный романс

Vadim Egorov

                   A.Kovalevu

Days - like splashes astern
on the crest of a long time will resist it?
My witch doctor, my friend, my doctor,
when again your duty?

Veil blizzard window
and the memory came to confess,
look through life as a notebook,
scribbled half.

It bitterness faded pages
it dipped between the lines
outline of our young people
and those sons and daughters.

Radiant as the image,
light-filled prophetic,
in it - maternal eyes
We love women and waiting.

About vspomyanem them. And then
our foes scorched,
our youth that
what do not speak with their wives.

And, burning with the fire itself
memories of these colorful,
we go down to the nurse on duty
and leave in the morning from the sisters.

December 1981