Посвящается светлой памяти Леонида Буйлова
When people whom you’ve scarcely known
Just pass away in broad daylight,
You notice something start to grow
Like sorrow shadowed by delight …
They led their lives with mild persistence
Emerged in everyday routine
And mind you – due to their assistance
You had your share of self-esteem.
They weren’t keen on pompous speeches,
Few words was essence of their style.
Well, I'd have given all the riches
To see them smiling and alive …