Текст песни Иваси - Мне ничего не жаль

When the time comes for me to pack light
 On a long, long journey, on a hard road
 From a pile of junk with me I will choose a little
 To fit in a fist.

 I will take with me from all my earthly roads
 A gulp of river water, a stone from a mountain stream
 Half a pack of cigarettes, but three rubles just in case
 Who knows - they say that the path is harsh.

 I won’t take hard memories like granite,
 Just a few names so as not to part with them
 And the main mascot is the one and only Name
 Let it keep me there too.

 And so as not to carry the whole heavy load of distant years
 I will choose from a pile of tons
 What a trifle, let's say - a phone number
 For memory, just like that - there is no connection.

 When the time comes for me and I will die at the turn
 What divides being into life and into another
 I will squeeze my treasures into a fist, and the rest
 Let it rot, I'm not sorry!