Текст песни Михаил Жванецкий - Жизнь коротка

Life is short. And we must be able to.
We must be able to leave a bad movie. Throw a bad book.
Go away from a bad person.
A lot of them.
The point is not going to throw. From mediocrity to leave.
A lot of them. Time is more expensive.
It is better to sleep, eat, look at the child, at the fire, at the woman, at the water.
Music has become the enemy of man. Imposed, climbs in the ears. Through the walls.
Through the ceiling. Beats synthesizers.
Low beat in the chest, high itching under the seals.
From the play, too, will not go away. Shicking. Pull over.
Put the bandwagon. Sit until the end.
The computer is sticky. Glows like a ghost. It zazyvaet as oriental market.
And only the book is delicate. Removed from the shelf. Looked through. Put. There is no arrogance in it.
She does not climb into you without demand. Worth it. Waiting for when they take in warm hands.
And it will open.
If with people so.
There are a lot of us. All you do not look through.
Even one. Even his own. Even myself.
Life is short.

Something will open by itself. For something you set a rule. There is no time for the rest.
The law is one. Leave. Throw.
Slam or not open.
In order not to give this moment, assigned to another.