Music by Vladimir Ragimov
Lyrics by Rasul Gamzatov
Zest for life, the quest for truth
Are a sign, they say, of youth.
Holy wrath is wont to cool
Shortly after leaving school.
Both the wish and will to fight
Vanish almost overnight.
On life's road, they say, you'll tire.
Lose all interest, retire
At a solemn, stately pace.
Blind to honour and disgrace,
Equal courtesies you'll show
To a friend and to a foe...
If this prophecy be true,
There's but one escape for you:
Choose a clifftop, say: "Goodbye!"
Take a running jump - and die!
© 1977 Vladimir Ragimov/VRAG Records