Текст песни Вадим Егоров - После сорока

Dries spirit. Decrepit body.
Rattles line .
Death - the ordinary matter
after forty .

All shorter path flat,
All black lies
and whirl obituaries
like a crow .

In the future - some rainfall ,
leaf , storm .
After the forties
He is looking into the eyes of death .

God will crust of bread
Garden of Eden promising .
In the sixties the sky
closer than the earth .

And after ... days stubs
wherever drag ,
life and death are so close -
or to distinguish.
After forty

Soon!