Текст песни A. - Людей неинтересных в мире нет

There are no uninteresting people in the world.
Their fate as the history of the planets.
Each has its own special,
and there are no planets like her.

And if someone imperceptibly lived
and was friends with this stealth
he was interesting among people
by her stealth.

Each has its own secret personal world.
This is the best moment in the world.
This is the worst hour in the world
but this is all unknown to us.

And if a person dies,
his first snow is leaving with him,
and the first kiss, and the first fight ...
He takes all this with him.

Yes, books and bridges remain
cars and artists canvases,
Yes, many are destined to stay
but something after all leaves anyway & # 33;

This is the law of ruthless play.
Not people die, but worlds.
We remember sinful and earthly people.
and what did we know, in essence, about them?

What do we know about brothers, about friends?
What do we know about our only one?
And about his own father
we, knowing everything, did not know anything.

People are leaving ... They cannot be returned.
Their secret worlds cannot be revived.
And every time she wants me again
to shout from this weightlessness ...