Текст песни Виктор Луферов - Лестница в небо

Oh, the vanity of the days of our brief,
A pile of damp, unyielding clay.
How many of them, ideas, in different notebooks
So the list remains long.

Old ideas, a ladder to the sky.
Became alien to your young prat
To those who decided that drinking or bread
You can get it without you on Earth.

Do whistles, sell in the market
So you will feed yourself, who will reproach.
Life flies through the smoke of a fire,
Your whistle will whistle after you.

So it's not a matter of daily bread
Who is hungry now, sleeping in the rain?
It's not for nothing that the old song sang:
"There is only one fireproof house."

In life, fragile, short-lived
Many people were attracted by this eternal shelter.
Only not all cross and counter
In this shelter a corner is given.

They do not consider how much bread
It was in a ration, otherwise there's a calculation.
The one who built the ladder in the sky,
The one into the fireproof house and enter.

Each of us fuss our clay
In the circle everyday life, day after day.
Everyone in his own way is killing his back,
Everyone cares about his house.

But, gradually, for the whole of Maya
Denotes the life total.
The cast of all life lived by you
A ladder to the sky or a whistle.