Текст песни Вероника Долина - Сколько среди людей ни живи...

How many people do not live
Each king or god.
But the memories of old love
All causing surprise.

And the dusty is open,
And you do not believe our eyes,
And there is a pale bud,
And there was a purple Rosan.

Like he fingerties colole
The whole from the inside glowed!
Like a knife made of scabbard, from the book on the table
He spoiled, look.

There ashes, ash of petals.
So collect more
How much in the light of the secret gods,
As a lot of obvious kings.
But also the celestialists - yes, alas -
Whether it is king or god,
Remembrance of old love
Always cares for surprise.