Don't view the seconds as something beneath The time will come and you yourself will know this: Like bullets by the temple they all whizz - The moments, the moments, the moments. Each moment has its reason and its aim, Its own ringing bells and its reality, The moments give to some people their shame, To some - inglory, to some - immortality From tiny moments woven is the rain From sky the common water keeps on pouring And half your life you stay here and you wait When it will come into the world, your moment Like gulp of water, huge, it will arrive - The gulp of water in the summer scorching sun And we remember dues we have in life From moments - the initial to the final one - Into the years the moments are compressed The moments are compressed into the centuries And sometimes I still fail to understand Which moment is the first, which is the end of them - Don't view the seconds as something beneath The time will come and you yourself will know this: Like bullets by the temple they all whizz - The moments, the moments, the moments. By Joseph Kobzon Translated by Ilya Shambat https://sites.google.com/site/ibshambat/russian-songs
