Текст песни Hi-Fi - Брат

BROTHER

(P. Yesenin - E. Chanturia)


Your flight on the edge of the abyss
There was a bang and high
You were great enough
How many are you alone


As he knew how and lived
He played and he paid
What no one loved knew and he would not say
Not asking for the price
For the lost ticket
Scatters the sky small coins


You taught to keep strikes
What was preparing fate
Stained steel as a gift
For you I will accept my brother