Текст песни Кукрыниксы - Ад для героев

My brig drives
To other people's shores.
To fall asleep at the back of the rocks,
Where there is a cry,
Where the place winds -
I was looking for this!
If the fog
I was not a stranger
And did not hide the essence,
How many times
Distant peaks
I would have touched my path.

The evening is fading, the candles are melting,
Manuscripts burn
The world of talent is not eternal.
All the heroes are lying.
The fingers are looking at the guitar
The correct chord,
The life of an artist turns
In the sport.

A shadow on the ground.
sunlight
He fled with me.
Seems to me,
I'm a few years old
Behind the shadow ran.