Raise my eyes to the sky is gray,
Look around, everything is given to me.
With grief in half from the sky dripping over the city,
With it, my soul cried.
At times, we inevitably at stake, were discarded cards, but not the suit.
I do not namutil, I was not out of work, I do not younger, but I did not grieve
I guarded those ideas on the bank of the Neva, Sede,
I do beard, the game I scientific firm,
As an aperitif, all ahead, I would go to the tempo faster.
Time!
I thought it was helping her mother, a farce in my head, but I was young.
Time is not changing me, my milk vodka, the air in the smoke.
I will continue to another and now I just do not have time,
Take my time, but after, let me sing yet.
Assistance requested, when there was no force me God would forgive,
But life - it does not knock, just not given, because I was sad for a long time,
That numbered days, drowned wine that could not stand, only to be link in the system.
All of us, sorry is not those who have never left their home.
It was difficult to fight wherever the fight does not change anything.
Without bread when hungry, dripping from the sky.
Wherever fate led me, who knows,
I would right now corrected without having to remember, nedoponimaya rules
I used to go back and take that back left.
Raise my eyes to the sky is gray,
Look around, everything is given to me.
With grief in half from the sky dripping over the city,
With it, my soul cried.
