Lyrics 17 мгновений весны - Не думай о секундах свысока
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Не думай о секундах свысока,
Наступит время -
Сам поймёшь, наверное.
Свистят они, как пули, у виска.
Мгновения, мгновения,
Мгновения.
Мгновения спрессованы в года,
Мгновения спрессованы
В столетия,
И я не понимаю иногда,
Где первое мгновенье,
Где последнее.
У каждого мгновенья свой резон,
Свои колокола,
Своя отметина.
Мгновенья раздают
Кому позор,
Кому бесславье,
А кому бессмертие.
Из крохотных мгновений
Соткан дождь,
Течёт с небес вода
Обыкновенная,
И ты порой почти полжизни ждёшь,
Когда оно придёт,
Твоё мгновение.
Придёт оно большое,
Как глоток,
Глоток воды во время
Зноя летнего.
А в общем надо просто
Помнить долг
От первого мгновенья
До последнего.
Не думай о секундах свысока,
Наступит время -
Сам поймёшь, наверное.
Свистят они, как пули, у виска.
Мгновения, мгновения,
Мгновения.
Мгновения.
Do not think about the seconds down,
There will come a time -
You will understand, probably.
They whistle like a bullet at his temple.
Moments, moments,
Moments.
Moments compressed in a year,
Moments pressed
In the centuries,
And I do not understand sometimes,
Where the first moment,
Where is the last.
Every moment has its own reason,
Their bells,
Its mark.
Moments are distributed
To whom is shame,
To whom infamy,
And to whom immortality.
From tiny moments
Wet rain,
Flows from the sky, water
Ordinary,
And you sometimes wait for half a lifetime,
When it comes,
Your moment.
It will come great,
As a sip,
A sip of water during
The heat of summer.
And in general it is necessary simply
Remember the debt
From the first moment
Until the last.
Do not think about the seconds down,
There will come a time -
You will understand, probably.
They whistle like a bullet at his temple.
Moments, moments,
Moments.
Moments.
There will come a time -
You will understand, probably.
They whistle like a bullet at his temple.
Moments, moments,
Moments.
Moments compressed in a year,
Moments pressed
In the centuries,
And I do not understand sometimes,
Where the first moment,
Where is the last.
Every moment has its own reason,
Their bells,
Its mark.
Moments are distributed
To whom is shame,
To whom infamy,
And to whom immortality.
From tiny moments
Wet rain,
Flows from the sky, water
Ordinary,
And you sometimes wait for half a lifetime,
When it comes,
Your moment.
It will come great,
As a sip,
A sip of water during
The heat of summer.
And in general it is necessary simply
Remember the debt
From the first moment
Until the last.
Do not think about the seconds down,
There will come a time -
You will understand, probably.
They whistle like a bullet at his temple.
Moments, moments,
Moments.
Moments.