Текст песни Александр Лаэртский - Лиричный чувак

With each sigh, the years and days go by,
You will not see the sun in the blue skies,
A beautiful body will turn into dust,
When death opens its arms.
Remembering the beautiful time of youth,
You rub your whiskey, counting minutes,
You are accustomed to walking, all surprising yourself -
And now you bear your decrepitude burden ...

U - I'm a lyric dude ...

An hour came to regret the lost day,
What you called it boring and long.
Instead of the smell of roses and French perfume
You inhale the smell of tombstones.
The life of a candle in a lonely window will crumble ...

U - I'm a lyric dude ...
In every song I am a member of the Komsomol ...