Текст песни ... увы, постоянство теперь - не в цене ...

Alas constancy is no longer in the price
Alas, not the price promise
Wind carries us on this earth
What kind of farewell

Is not it easier go of this life
Leave without saying goodbye to people
Just as a child we met old friends
And new old will not be

Let us justify a thousand times
And we really ourselves certainly
But old friends we have fewer
And they are not new replacement

And how did it happen and who is to blame
Unclean someone Game
We said goodbye a thousand years ago
And believe it till morning

Let the day pass without worries of the past
And in the evening of the day
I will gather all the same table
One fire

I am with them their problems decide
Those that are not solved without them
And then ask for forgiveness
In his old friends

And our fire is never quenched
And let the small, personal
Not too many of us in the world
So we did not have it.