Текст песни Алексей Мозговой - Не плохо в мае умереть...

Not bad to die in May,
Gravediggers digging convenient.
And all the nightingales will sing,
The last time so excellently.

Under the roar of the first storms of May,
Instead of sad funerals ...
And the rain, spilled tears instead,
He will wash away the sadness of memories.

Grave mound shelters
Under a blanket of green grass.
Even if there is a cross,
Among birches tired.

The rustle of the leaves of young,
With only stretched to life.
Not yet grass gray,
But only just woken up everything.

Not bad to die in May ...
Staying in the freshness of spring.
And though I could not catch everything,
But there remains much doubt ...

Not bad, in May, to die ...