как то так - Если вдруг, я сегодня умру... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A strange incident happened to me today, or rather an event, or rather news. Today I found out that I died. Yes, it's not every day you hear that. An old friend of mine, whom I had not seen for two or three years, told me about this. We met by chance in the city minibus, which I take back home, on days when I stayed late at work. When I walked in, I immediately noticed him. A painfully familiar face haunted me. After some time, replaying the memories in my head, I was still able to remember him. "Andrey!" - I called out to my old friend. He turned around. There was a pause. I thought he didn't recognize me. "I'm Max." - I said, deciding to help him a little. “Yes, yes, I remember. I haven’t seen you for a thousand years. How are you?” “Okay.” - I answered and briefly told him the chronology of the events of my last years. But I noticed that he listened somehow detachedly, as if he was thinking about something. His gaze was not scattered, but on the contrary, very focused on me, but it felt like he was looking through me. I didn’t attach much importance to this. After my story about the adventures and travels that had happened to me recently, he, in turn, told me about his life. “Not married?” I asked. "Yes, no. Haven't had to yet." Our conversation lasted a couple more minutes, after which we sat down in the vacant seats in the minibus, Andrey in the back, me a little closer to the driver. I turned on the music on my player and carefreely stared out the dirty window behind which the tired lights of the city flashed. A few minutes later I painfully felt his gaze on me. I turned around. He looked straight at me with chilling glass eyes. I put on something resembling a smile and turned to my window. We drove a few stops, and Andrei sat down in the vacant seat next to me. “Listen Max, don’t be surprised, but they told me something about you.” - he said in an uncertain voice. “Yes!? So what!?” I naturally asked in surprise. “They told me that you died...” Now I remember that moment. His face was calm, as if he was telling me the weather forecast for tomorrow. And there was emptiness inside me... There was no rapid heartbeat, no anxiety, no surprise, no desire to find out the details of this terrible news. I just continued to look at him calmly. “Sergei told me, K., a couple of years ago.” “Yes!? And how did he say that?” - the only thing I could squeeze out of myself. “We were standing there one day, and out of the blue he said: Do you remember Max S.?” “Well,” I answer. “So he died. He crashed his car. To his death.” “I didn’t even believe it at first.” Well, then he expressed words of condolences. I remember saying that it was a pity, that he was a good guy." “Maybe he’s drunk?” I asked. “No. That’s the point. They were sober. I asked him again: what exactly? And he, with such a serious look, well, yes, he said, there was a funeral recently.”... I was silent. I didn't even know what to think about. He was probably glad to be alive. On the other hand, it's strange. And besides, it’s so unpleasant... “Sorry, buddy,” he mumbled somehow. “Don’t worry, everything is fine. You see, he’s alive.” Afterwards we said goodbye, got off at different stops and each went on to our own lives, without even exchanging coordinates. Well, to be honest, I didn’t really want to. All the way home I thought about who I was and why I was here...

Life is a strange thing after all. Perhaps it is felt precisely at such moments. After all, our lives mean more not to ourselves, but to those around us. They see us, hear us, feel us. For them we are alive, funny, sad, good or bad, interesting, dead. It is the people around us who project us onto their own lives. We are part of their lives, in varying degrees of importance. Just like they do for us. But we - who are we!? Who are we to ourselves!? We live these short lives without even trying to understand the true meaning of our existence.