Lyrics Антон Дёров - Как быстротечна жизнь-игра

So fleeting life-game -
It seemed tomorrow, but yesterday
Other players came
And we dared off the board ...
Their rules are easy:
No one remembers anyone
Who won, who took any rise,
Who made a step on a pedestal,
Who has not calculated the forces
Who was waiting for such a final?
Just some twenty lines ...
Alas, not a eulogy - an obituary!
The game was his fate,
But the battle is over,
Another world, another idol
And he is already forgotten by the crowd!
Goodbye, hero ...