Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Прикосновение к земле

Everyone who went up once,
All ships burning plasma
There is an important and final stage -
Step touching the ground,

 Where a staff bluish rain
 Will be held September by zinc water
 Where maples nametut their leaflets
 On a wet bench by the river.

We gradually learned the happiness,
Exploring the night among the fields
With loved ones in the warm hay
Step touching the ground,

 Where a staff bluish rain
 Will be held September by zinc water.
 Where maples nametut their leaflets
 On a wet bench by the river.

That woman seemed to us a reward,
It exploits we saw in the distance,
It was only over the years, we have known the joy of
In the circle of ordinary earth,

 Where a staff bluish rain
 Will be held September by zinc water
 Where maples nametut their leaflets
 On a wet bench by the river.

Ever so windy at the beginning,
Fire extinguished in the ash ashes.
God forbid if we meet without sorrow
Step touching the ground,

 Where a staff bluish rain
 Will be held September by zinc water
 Where maples nametut their leaflets
 On a wet bench by the river.