Taken from where minus I can’t remember for you
I downloaded it from an Internet, the rest is from me
All words, all thoughts, my reasoning
They have long been living in the head.
I can only pray for the health of my relatives
About the well-being of friends, about happy moments
Which are rare, but not about that I am reading now
And I dream that life was easier
After all, no one can count bad deeds
A good and not remember
I can only pray to God for one thing
About world peace, about peace without war
About a world where life is happier
Where mines do not burst under soldiers
NO whistles ammo flying past the ear
Where every baby is happy from birth
Everyone has a mom, didn’t leave in the children's home
There is a father who did not go to his new wife
Does not drink and does not sit and respects all laws
He is kind to his wife, respects and loves
Not when he will not offend, much less hit
Gives gifts, not every true holiday
But to make pleasant things and God prays
About the health and well-being of your family
That at the moment he is not alone
Does not rot alive from drugs or alcohol
that his share did not fall to life
because he himself has no willpower
and will power is like his heart is
in which your favorite moments are preserved
of my life, no, I'm not crazy
I know what I'm talking about, you listen to the end
I only pray to God
To know the father of a son or daughter
So that he can help them
in difficult moments of life, or they are him
Watching how it turned out at the moment
No, I’m not lying. Everything happens in life.
and even more so in Russia in which life is not easy
and it’s not hard, they’ve never seen a piece of sausage before
and now the counters are littered, but not only her
chips, cereal, wine, meat
in the forties didn't even smell them
and we are now complaining that there’s nothing, that it’s hard to live
it's not true
and you should be ashamed of such deception,
just now in bulk, everything can be obtained
And I pray that God has something to eat
what to drink, swallow on the go, not like in the forties
when you had to beg, go home
with outstretched hand give bread in the repose of the deceased mother
and not everyone gave, but that time has passed
our time has come, our time
and we just lose it to the right, minutes fly to the left
you were twenty, and right there you are already gray-haired
Sucks like you lived your life
Where is the family where are the children
you were left all over the world
no one is to blame for this except you
maybe he didn’t have time, maybe he was waiting for something of a miracle
but there are no miracles and you are left with that feeling
can say with emptiness in the soul
the bitter feeling is loneliness
and I pray that God will not let anyone know this
because loneliness slowly devours your soul
destroying everything in you is the best
killing you alive, revealing old wounds
causing pain that you forgot about earlier
I hope this will be less and I believe in my soul
as in the victory of the struggle with oneself
so as not to become an outcast, not needed by anyone unknown,
ask yourself it’s not you, you don’t need it
Live and surround the joys with your smile
good deeds, and just
actions that do not hurt others,
just as if I didn’t want you to do this,
After all, you will not like it when you are fused somewhere
like unnecessary stuff when you hit sixty,
maybe seventy and you’ll spend your life in a nursing home
without their children who forget about you how you forgot,
about what people for whom you were someone did
