Текст песни Белый Орёл - Я бы умер молодым

music - L. Grevnov
words - V. Pelenyagre
arrangement - O. Baralyuk

I'll leave at night on the platform
The city of childhood on three sides
And on the fourth side
Only bright dreams
At the open window
You are sitting all alone
There's an abyss on the edge
I do not recognize you

What I was looking for was drunk in the smoke
Even scary to remember
I would die young
It's too late to die

I'll leave at night on the platform
The air is poisonous with the poison
From the window you can see
Like an eternal spring
These late flowers
These sweet dreams
These subtle features
Only this is not all you

I'll leave at night on the platform
I see an angel in heaven
How everything looks like a dream
With traces on the eyes
The same late flowers
Same sweet dreams
The same subtle features
Only this is not all you

Only late, very late,
It's too late to die ...