He who lives by the standards of the rules
He risked nothing .
I - player on the line set
Cross fate and lost.
Half bent my cross ,
And I knew - had expired :
From despair to bullets
Yes only finger trigger.
Maestro , turn off the lights ,
Nobody's fault , believe me , no,
What goes out life as a cigarette.
Maestro , turn off the light .
I'll throw a match to the floor
And lit , and lit
From the gun .
I smiled luck
Through the madness of passion.
But the deck is left
Even a couple of trumps .
Know card cheated
But the player - always a player :
From despair to bullets
Yes only finger trigger.
Maestro , turn off the lights ,
Nobody's fault , believe me , no,
What goes out life as a cigarette.
Maestro , turn off the light .
I'll throw a match to the floor
And lit , and lit
From the gun .
Late to seek God
And ask for mercy .
And do not be upset ,
What not to drink glasses .
Dim light trembles on the barrel ,
Cools the metal temple.
From despair to bullets
Yes only finger trigger.
Maestro , turn off the lights ,
Nobody's fault , believe me , no,
What goes out life as a cigarette.
Maestro , turn off the light .
I'll throw a match to the floor
And lit , and lit
From the gun .
