Текст песни Олег Мухачев - Ничего не случилось

A discarded train ticket floats in a puddle, nothing happened. The man sleeps on the bench in the morning, nothing happened. The old woman sits in the kitchen for the second day and looks down, so it was necessary. If you ever get killed like a little flying mosquito, what will change? What will happen to the world or the earth, the sky? Nothing. Yes, you are certainly the most beautiful and best, intelligent. But you are no more significant than a mosquito or a crow in a global sense. Stop putting yourself above everyone, stop lowering someone or overstate. It seems to me that we have become too proud of ourselves, too valuable in comparison with those near us. Doesn't it seem strange to you? Look around, and then at yourself in the mirror, we are all alive and it is not forever. We all mean something here and this is also not forever. Not even forever the earth and the water that your mother is much stronger and more significant than all those who are standing next to you, sitting and lying.