Текст песни Владимир Кузьмин - Грустный оптимист

I lived with the dreams of easy
I flew into their world
Why so far
Yesterday is gone, gone yesterday
 
How many years and how many winters
It has since passed since
Days burned as fuel
Tired of the motor, the motor tired
 
But sometimes I'm still there
Closer to the dream, naive and pure
Almost as sad optimist
 
I did not think about the years
About eternity, eternity
No there is not a trace
In my soul carelessness
 
I do not repent of sin
Be themselves, to be themselves
By bubbling river sailing
I was searching for peace, searching for peace
 
What I found joy and pain
Sadness and love, enthusiasm and deception
Dream laughed and hid in the fog
 
I will not be so
As in those years in those years
And will not the young
I never, I never
 
But sometimes I'm still there
Closer to the dream, naive and pure
Almost as sad optimist.