Владимир Кузьмин - Грустный оптимист
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I lived with dreams easily
I flew into my worlds
Why so far
It took yesterday, left yesterday

How many years and how many winters
Has passed since then, has passed since then
Days burned like gasoline
The motor is tired, the motor is tired

But sometimes I'm still there
Closer to dreams, naive and clean
Almost the same sad optimist

I didn't think about the years
About eternity, about eternity
Neither the trace remained
In my soul carelessness

I did not repent in sin
To stay yourself, to be yourself
The river floated along the seething
I was looking for peace, looking for peace

What I found, joy and pain
Sadness and love, delight and deception
Dreams laughed and hid in fog

I can't be like that anymore
As in those years, as in those years
And I will not become young
I never, I never

But sometimes I'm still there
Closer to dreams, naive and clean
Almost the same sad optimist.