Текст песни Городницкий Александр - Твоя голова на плече

For years, I do not keep their offense -
I was given a lot:
I stepped foot on the ice of Antarctica,
Dived into the ocean to the bottom.
And the roar of the surf, and the sound of the waterfall,
And the table with burning candles.
But the important thing in life was my reward -
Your head on his shoulder.

Without a doubt give the devil soul,
Native leave housing,
So again as soft music to listen
Night your breath.
And I'm neither wealth nor fame is not necessary,
Neither the senile years with doctors.
One for me, there is a reward -
Your head on his shoulder.

Ready to go from friends and from the rooms,
In the final earthly journey,
That I'll be able to last the life of recall
With him I want to carry?
Crimson leaves of autumn garden
My city in the evening beam.
But the most important in the life of the award -
Your head on his shoulder.