(авторы оригинала - М.Таривердиев, Р.Рождественский)
Don't take the moments easy, they have weight,
The run of time makes you admit it fairly:
Like bullets they decide somebody's fate,
So rapidly, so rapidly, so rapidly.
The moments are compressed into years,
The moments are compressed into centuries,
And you can't ever stop the moments here
To separate the good from bad eventually.
Each moment has its true and only place,
Its own bells, its own piece of verity,
The moments bring somebody a disgrace,
Somebody can obtain an immortality.
A rain is falling from the low sky,
Its little drops are constituting everything,
Sometimes you have to wait the whole life
To meet the biggest moment of your destiny.
It has to come as true as evening breeze,
An evening breeze that blows after summer day,
The moments tell us what the duty is,
Obliging to remember it in any way.
Don't take the moments easy, they have weight,
The run of time makes you admit it fairly:
Like bullets they decide somebody's fate,
So rapidly, so rapidly, so rapidly.