Текст песни Леонид Филатов и Владимир Качан - Мгновение тишины

Poetry by Leonid Filatov
                  Music by Vladimir Kachan

Closer densely eyelids
And do not open the century,
Listen and answer:
Which is the age today?
In a mad universe,
As in the kitchen among the trough,
We are stuffy from dixeland,
Parliaments and Corridas.

We all do not want to believe,
What in the world is exterminated
Heresy, heresy
By the name of "silence".
We are drawn to deaf gardens -
Away from the squares,
Cleaned from filth,
Machines and queues.

Perhaps this gravel,
Benches and jasmine -
The last of the guarantees
At least somehow improve the world.
Really our gods
Not powerful and free
Demand from an era
Moments of silence,

Short as a shot,
Shrill like a scream ...
And how many forgotten truths
It would open at this moment,
And how many would I give beautiful
It did not degenerate into fools,
And how many would be in vain
It did not fly out of the muzzle,

And how many "Napoleon"
It was grinning to shout "Pli!",
And how many singed
Not collapsed in feather grass,
And how many arrogant pawns
Do not get out of the tail,
And how many would our singers
I could live up to a hundred!

Consultations are in vain ...
Discussions are not needed ...
In total, and business, then, brothers, -
A moment of silence ...