Текст песни Городницкий Александр - Твоя голова на плече

For years, I do not keep my resentment -
I was given a lot:
I trod with his foot on the ice of Antarctica,
He dives into the ocean at the bottom.
And the roar of the surf, and the sound of a waterfall,
And the table with burning candles.
But the important thing in life was my reward -
Your head on his shoulder.

I'll give the devil no doubt the soul,
Native leave housing,
To again as soft music to listen
Night breath of yours.
And I'm neither wealth nor fame is not necessary,
Neither the senile age with a physician.
One there is a reward for me -
Your head on his shoulder.

Ready to go from friends and from the rooms,
In the final earthly journey,
What's the last I'll be able to remember the life,
With a want to carry?
Scarlet autumn garden leaves,
My city in the evening beam.
But the most important in the life of the award -
Your head on his shoulder.