Текст песни Наталья Барсукова - Самый Обычный Человек

In one unknown house,
In one of the unknown streets
There lived the most ordinary person.
He was already old, and limping,
and stooped,
Expecting their time
length in the human age.
He sat in the evenings with his neighbor
on the ruined store
and again lost in dominoes,
during the day - hobbled to the polyclinic
for a new reference,
In the morning, opening his eyes,
closed the window.
He went to the store for bread,
coming back without bread
and with sweets for the grandson.
I remembered something,
looked at the sky for a long time,
fleeing to the past
faster sound speed,
and I did not want to return from there
never,
to be young, slim
and stupid,
again lost in unfamiliar cities
and the roads are tangled.
Several times a day
took photos,
randomly leafed through them,
reading the signatures on the reverse.
Rearranged books on the shelf,
Writings biographies
and tried to find something in notebooks.

In one unknown day,
at one of the unknown cemeteries
buried that most common man,
but on his desk
among a bale of paper liners
for the grandson there was a little bag of sweets.
A neighbor in the evenings, as before,
goes to play dominoes,
in the clinic continue
issue certificates,
the window closes by itself suddenly,
in the courtyard are still the same
raveled benches,
fade photos:
on people or persons, not a century,
dust biographies on the bookshelves.
Here lived the most ordinary man
and scattered a hundred pieces.