Текст песни Владимир Кузьмин - Грустный оптимист

I lived with dreams easily
I flew away to my worlds
Why so far
Left yesterday, left yesterday
 
How old and how many winters
Passed since then passed
Days burned like gas
Tired motor, tired motor
 
But sometimes I'm still there
Closer to dreams, naive and pure
Almost the same sad optimist
 
I have not thought about years
About eternity, about eternity
Not a trace left
In my soul of carelessness
 
I did not repent of sin
Be yourself, be yourself
A river floated along the seething
I was looking for peace, I was looking for peace
 
What I found, joy and pain
Sadness and love, delight and deception
Dreams laughed and hid in the fog
 
I no longer be like that
Like in those years, like in those years
And I won’t get young
I never, I never
 
But sometimes I'm still there
Closer to dreams, naive and pure
Almost the same sad optimist.