Don't think down on seconds
When the time comes, you'll probably understand for yourself
They whistle like bullets at the temple
Moments, moments, moments

Moments are compressed into years
Moments are compressed into centuries
And I don't understand sometimes
Where is the first moment, where is the last

Every moment has its own reason
Its bells, its mark
Moments hand out shame to whom
To whom is infamy, and to whom is immortality

Rain is woven from tiny moments
Ordinary water flows from heaven
And sometimes you wait almost half your life
When it comes — your moment

It will come as big as a sip
A sip of water during the summer heat
And in general, you just need to remember the debt
From the first moment to the last

Don't think down on seconds
When the time comes, you'll probably understand for yourself
They whistle like bullets at the temple
Moments, moments, moments, moments…