Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - Память

Sweetly groan under the scalpel rhyme,
Dreaming in hospitals on yellow sheets.
Evaluating the life - we have lowered tariff,
Not thinking that death will be a few days ago.
Good a little, but every lot!
Gait coming hours elapsed,
A violin is crying, rehearsing God:
Truth is the sun - will rise to reason.

According suffered excruciating thirst,
Wanting to know ... whether, for the flesh to the soul
A holiday after: the favorite and everyone
Dry trees, jammed with holy water ...
With all the innocence of children's sleep
Viewed from his old pictures
On the way we grew up, through the times,
Reading the words of others epitaphs.

And how many will remember us more!
Laughs hope in the eyes without war,
Powder, washing with a paling of cheeks -
Matured in virgin-climax of guilt ...
Sweetly groan under the scalpel rhyme,
Dreaming in hospitals on yellow sheets.
Evaluating the life - we have lowered tariff,
Not thinking that death will be a few days ago.