Олег Меньшиков - Забывать - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

How we can quickly forget. Moreover, most often it is very good to forget, warm and really important. And, you know, this is not the time to erase and grinds everything, no - this is our irresponsibility to our own memory. The names of the streets on which we grew up, the names of the neighbors, the surname of classmates, first teachers, phones of comrades, faces of lovers are changing. You can’t remember the fragrance of your mother’s favorite spirits, you forget when the last time you went fishing with my father, watched football or just laughed together. Everything becomes sand, flows between the fingers. How many grandmother was born? And the great -grandmother? What rink did my grandmother with friends go, in which park the park was running to dancing, what was her girlish name, what kind of music she met with her grandfather? And how many orders or medals had? What was his father's name? And so on, and so on ... Everything turns into dust. And is it really that all the same disappears irrevocably? Somehow I don’t really want to believe it. After all, this huge information should be stored somewhere. Maybe on some shelves, in some files, in chests, in attics. Maybe someday in an antique shop, among the Saacond Hand or at the point of lost things, all our memories will be found, and then ... And then the air will be filled with the aroma of bird cherry, the sweet taste of cherries will appear in the mouth, where parents are never We were afraid to let us go for a walk alone, the guitar will quietly flutter, someone’s laughter would be heard and the plane would fly high in the sky, leaving a long white mark. Of course, someone will say: '' Remember everything absurdly '' '. And it will be right. There is progress, the world is changing, humanity is growing ... You understand me correctly, I don’t want to call for anything, just ask not to forget. Do not forget how your friends smile, how the pulse quickens at the sight of a loved one, try to remember the taste of your own tears and the first word of your child. It seems to me that the power of each of us to do this, well, at least try. And, it is likely, then it will turn out to be unimportant, what a clock is on your hand, which car you arrived, on which highway you have a house, what nationality you are, what religion you confess. I just want you to remember how great it is to just live.

We are two souls flying nowhere,

We are a dark heavenly ore.

We will collide and become light dust,

And people will say - a new star.