Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Нету времени

Legs walk by themselves,
Hands shake without feeling warm.
The head, the slaughtered features-than,
I open the doors of the offices.

Not always seven troubles - one answer.
It seems to be the right thing to do,
Only now I do not know why.
I gave up all the turmoil.

And the work falls upon us a burden -
No time, no time.
Communicate with Jewish friends -
No time, no time.
Sobered up by someone,
There is no time, no time,
Do not have the time.

Two weeks of the string did not change,
And does not build on the frets,
Offended at his fate,
My woman is my guitar.

Forgive me, I did not walk,
I, like Bobik, ran on assignments.
Hassle of strangers on the hump,
That's why the motive is old again.

Maybe I would sing Graemin's aria -
No time, no time.
And I would get a quarterly prize -
No time, no time.
There is love, and standing behind the dumplings -
There is no time, no time,
Do not have the time.

Consider a year in the war for two,
And my pass a year for five,
If you are not lucky - then a year in seven,
And if pokartit - that year for ten.

Bitterness in the mouth wormwood,
I have no more happiness than sleep,
And my friends leave for good,
Disappearing in the backs of soft armchairs.

I'm lost between the steps -
No time, no time.
And to my own knees -
No time, no time.
And under the train, like Anna Karenina -
There is no time, no time,
Do not have the time.