Текст песни Игорь Пискарев - Он жил всегда

When the last shield falls,
And the outbreak of the sky will be lit
He will go to his last way
And never returns.

Why, when he always lived:
In the wind movement, in each sound.
And time compressed in the year
It was in eternally separation.

He will simply stop living
The usual benchmark
And the rustling of herbs does not cancel
At the request or sentence.