Viktor Tsoi. (№ 52437)

Sing your song, drink your wine, hero.
Again you see the dream that all ahead.
Standing on the roof, you pull the arm to the star
And here she is beating in the hand as the heart in your chest.
Now what to do with the bird, and the distant heaven,
Are you watching through your fingers, but the light is way too bright and clean
And the star says to you: "Fly with me!"
You take a step, but it goes up and you're down.
But one day you suddenly be able to go upstairs
And you yourself will be one of the countless stars,
And someone again will give you a hand
And when you die he will take your post!