Текст песни Доктор Александров - Соль И Пепел

What has come, then gone
For the seas, for the edges
Leaving only salt
On the lips.
Leaving, leaving us
Only gray ash
On hands,
Ashes on hand.

Look around, be surprised -
How old, so much trouble
And it doesn’t matter when
Find the words
To pour out all the grief at once
And it will win
Like grass
It will dry like grass.

Far, high
Do not catch, do not catch
Don't see yourself
In the clouds.
Autumn, leaves flew around
And settled dust
On the poems
Dust on verses.

Leaves circled
And settled dust
On the poems
On the verse.