Текст песни Андрей Варламов - Посвящение Юрию Устинову

Let your holey booth
Tickets were not sold again
Let forever be in debt,
What to be sad about it

Let the boys just like that
Let them get rid of the game
An empty pocket - what a trifle!
Where worse with an empty soul!

In the eyes of their right fathers
You are a loser, and only
And children love eccentrics,
But children love only good

You teach them to give them good,
You teach them to share them warmly
Not scary in forty young
Worse than the old man to be born!

And life sometimes kicks
Like an unprofitable horse,
And you lie on the pavement
And around the crowd laughs

But, no matter how painful, get together -
What a laugh in the dust are lying in!
It’s not scary to fall, damn it,
It’s much worse not to rise!

And you go, and after you
Fools gloomily poke a finger
Well, grayness does not forgive those
Who sees the world in flowers and colors

Whether they judge you!
You take care of your palette
It’s not scary to break the mirror
It’s much worse to become faceless!

And so you go after year a year
And sow kindness in the light
And if suddenly someday
You can't get up yourself

Well, then, what then to sigh,
After all, this is all not new for a long time
It’s not scary to lose your head
It is worse to be a stranger in life!