R.D. - Из письма Сергея Бодрова жене Светлане - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"I do not know how people die. We see it, but they themselves do not die. And when we die, it sees someone else. There are things that do not need to know about whom you do not need to think about them no one knows anything. You know, the first time in my life I want to have my home. Take care of this, something to do for this. I always think about how we will live. You and I are very native and very similar people. On the one hand, it is difficult, but in the most important thing we feel the same and understand each other in the most important thing. I really don't know how people parted, but they really live in a few lives. Death is unequivocal, and love is not. And its inevitability is laid in the model of life. Actually, the inevitability of death too. Today I thought something happened to you: an accident or something else. And I know that it is impossible to think about it. But it was almost also scary as the idea that you can not love me. Honestly, even worse. And I just began to pray to God and even agreed that I was most afraid of yesterday. I thought that you wouldn't love me better. I generally sometimes have such a crazy feeling that we are with you two different nature of one person. We are like two twin brothers, ruled in the hospital and met in many years. Something is difficult, but the blood is native. You are absolute destiny for me. And I really believe in you. Believe and you. Nevertheless, love is more important. No matter whether life itself is more important than death. Why? First, this is the only thing that can compete with it in the sense of finality. If a person had to die, then the one who loved him would not stop loving. It is obvious. Secondly, reverse, apparently, can not be. I do not know how love ends. If love ends, apparently, it is not her. "

Text reads: Roman Demchenko

Music: Olafur Arnalds - For Teda