Текст песни Евгений Бачурин - Выслуга лет

Silge years or will
Trying our life to become.
Bitter truth and conscience combustible
Can justify it.

In search of happiness, in pursuit of truth
We will lead the wheels of days.
Whether Spring surrounds us with leaves,
Whether longing the green.

Making evil or troubles with disease
They knocked us out of the saddle.
New boys come with songs
The world to roll is doing.

And will repeat, as before, steep, -
Daring, payback, and again
Pain and despair, but in conclusion
Everything takes on love.

There is no love or the helm or blade,
Only the recklessness and passion.
Always she incite us to the abyss,
Always plays not in the suit.

Well, maybe, but in his excuse
Gives the divine gift -
Tears, separation, flowers, expectations,
And inspiration fire.

1975.