Closing the circle
Words by M. Pushkina, music K. Kelmi
This is one of those stories,
About which people argue
And not a day or two, but for many years.
It started so easy
With no response, but with issues
Until now no responses to them:
Why aspire to light
All plants in the world?
Why hurry the river to the sea?
How do we come into this world?
What is the secret of simple tunes?
We would like to know for sure.
Closing the circle,
You look back suddenly.
There you will see the light in the windows,
Shining after us.
Suppose it rains,
Past troubles from them you do not wait.
Stones of traveled roads
He managed to break the germ.
Door of the morning were opening,
And were pulling up trees,
Forecast has promised the snow or the heat.
But in gardens, born by song
The wind was light and cheerful,
And the road was calling us away.
If the sun is in the palm,
If the heart is drowning in the sounds,
You lost to ordinary days.
For you midnight is shining
And the star is hurrying with help,
Returning your friends to your house.
His motive in each bird,
His motive in each song,
His motive for the sky and the Earth.
Let the time erases faces,
The simply thought will comfort us:
We could hear the music.
перевод песни: Саша Исаев