Текст песни Жанна Агузарова и 'Браво' - Молодость

My youth , I bring you ,
As yesterday's wreath, you are thrown .
And I feel the approach of
I disbelief and charity .

I nature - canvas scenery.
River cranberry blood flow .
At the stage where stars are gathering dust
Lonely Fool passes .

Ray fell cold and hard .
On your face , on stage ,
A shot rang out , a cry in the silence ,
He grins portrait on the wall .

And in the picture glass breaks,
And muffled chant or cry .
Toll happened , felts happen
Toll words echo words or omitted .

My youth , my youth ..