Текст песни R.D. - Из письма Сергея Бодрова

“I don't know how people die. We see this, but we ourselves do not die. And when we die, someone else sees it. There are things that you don't need to know, that you don't need to think about, no one knows anything about them. You know, for the first time in my life I want to have my own home. Take care of it, do something about it. I think all the time about how we will live. You and I are very dear and very similar people. On the one hand, it is difficult, but in the most important things you and I feel the same and we understand each other in the most important things. True, I don’t know how people part, but they don’t actually live several lives. Death is unambiguous, but love is not. And its inevitability is inherent in the very model of life. Actually, the inevitability of death too. Today I thought that something happened to you: an accident or something else. And I know not to think about it. But it was almost as scary as the thought that you might not love me. To be honest, even worse. And I just started praying to God and even agreed to what I was most afraid of yesterday. Thought you'd better not love me. In general, sometimes I have such a crazy feeling that you and I are two different characters of the same person. We are like two twin brothers, separated in a maternity hospital and met many years later. Something is difficult, but the blood is dear. You are absolute destiny for me. And I really believe in you. Trust me too. And yet, love is more important. Regardless of whether life itself is more important than death. Why? First, it is the only thing that can compete with it in terms of finality. If a person had to die, then the one who loved him will not stop loving. It is obvious. Second, the opposite, apparently, cannot be. I don't know how love ends. If love ends, apparently, it is not her. "
Text reads: Roman Demchenko
Music: Olafur Arnalds - For Teda