Текст песни Сергей Спирик - Погост моей души

Sometimes we forget the friends,
Sometimes love betrays us.
Sometimes the feeling is,
As if someone steals them from us.
And from the crowds themselves hiding,
For the ceiling and the walls, in the quiet
Have forgotten about me, I will send
In the small graveyard of my soul.

There's a quiet corner of portraits
Those who had once been good
And somehow it is not clear, it is strange,
When he was still alive, but he was gone.
And I have kept for some reason in the phone
Unnecessary numbers scrolls. And the whistles
Replace otherworldly voice to me,
Like a wolf howling in anguish.

We can not understand the disappearances,
It is not given to us to prevent them.
We will not betray the past to oblivion
But it's worth to live in the present
And with new friends we walk,
And they fill their days ...
Sometimes we meet such people!
It happens that they meet us.

Sometimes we forget to love,
What happens is that each of us betrays.
Sometimes the feeling is,
As if someone steals them from us.
And from the crowds themselves hiding,
For the ceiling and the walls, in the quiet
Have forgotten about me, I will send
In the small graveyard of my soul.