Текст песни Диана Арбенина - Он не дожил до 100

he did not live to be a hundred
 seven endless years
 he is tired
 there was winter in the world
 he was not used to that
 that there is no snow

 air is criminally stingy
 dreams are carried into the fields
 to the world - to breathe ...
 winter will come soon
 the earth will come soon
 to see off

 I dare not cry
 became a bird in the sky
 under the clouds
 no pain and time ...
 do not think to cry
 pity those who are near
 with you

 get used to death
 my friend is impossible
 be patient
 bitter and difficult
 heart to humble
 and accept that already
 never

 and they are so good in flight
 like summer the rain has passed
 as if you can live again.

 he died in december
 at five thirty in the morning
 he was sick
 he fell asleep in his arms
 sweet as a child slept
 boy

 he did not live to be a hundred
 seven endless years
 he is tired
 there was winter in the world
 he was not used to that
 that there is no snow