Текст песни Льдинка - Жизнь

Human life is an amorphous gray thing:
For someone a blade, for someone a stove.
It beats some, settles on others - without sound,
An unnamed mass, deaf, without a mouth.

No ears - and do not hear the mass of reproaches,
The echo of your groans will make you laugh.
And it does not matter, you're sticking out of society from the side
Or from above - crush it to the level of all.

You look into the souls of people, do you ask questions,
Do you comprehend what others are not given, -
Davit, you feel, quietly so presses and blows down
In the dregs of the "pressing worries", he bends to the bottom.

The world of people is constantly bubbling and bubbling:
Dirt and mud go up, what floats, down.
Head - from the stream, you catch the air with your mouth, you want
The sky, the sun and the wind! And the vaults - life ...

Presses a load of problems, adds worries,
Fainting with fatigue, an eternal stream of resentment,
Knits opinion of relatives, comfort - and here you are
Closing the circle: home - work - lunch ...

Live standard ... decent ... as it should ... Trying,
To muddy flow became a natural element ?!
Again stubbornly about the "life & quot; head resting,
You remain, for spite of everything, by yourself.