Текст песни М. Таривердиев - Не думай о секундах с высока

Do not think of seconds haughtily .
Hastupit time - he will understand , perhaps :
They hiss like a bullet to his temple -
Moments , moments , moments .

Moments compressed into a year
Moments compressed into a century ,
And I do not understand sometimes
Where the first moment, where the latter .

At every moment of their own reason ,
Its bells , its own mark .
Moments distribute - to whom shame
Who - blaspheme , and to whom - immortality !

From tiny moments woven rain :
Water flows from heaven Redwood,
And you sometimes almost half of my life waiting for,
When it comes , your moment.

Come it is large , like a breath ,
A sip of water in the heat of summer .
But in general , you just have to remember the debt
From the first moments to the last.

Not think of seconds haughtily .
Hastupit time - he will understand , perhaps :
They hiss like a bullet to his temple -
Moments , moments , moments .