Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Жизнь прожита не зря

He predicted everything, endured, corresponded to holes,
Wiped
Last night a strong quail,
Referred. I wanted to shout
Yes, just wiped the nose.

There was time, I was pushing the bones,
He limped and healed
I thought or made in front of either,
But only three zeros and again white-white,

So life is lived for nothing.
Davolen, what to do with her now?
Now, if you start all over again.
All the time the feeling arises as if he had missed something.

I shifted from beds to the garbage dump
I laid it and went around.
Full plates applied and rejoiced.
Thank God everything has come in.
There were dates, parting,
Promises - everything is like in a movie.
Rose into the clouds, yes, a light hand is visible
And went to the bottom,

So life is lived for nothing.
Davolen, what to do with her now?
Now, if you start all over again.
All the time the feeling arises, as if missing something.

He promised something, invented something,
I kept silent about something.
I could not tie two words.
He did not go to church, he did not wear a cross,
He did not sing prayers, but he believed in God -
Do not tie it with this.
From an excess of alcohol
He gained himself on lack of will.
Pain is just pain,
When the blade is on the veins to go across,

So life is lived for nothing.
Davolen, what to do with her now?
Now, if you start all over again.
All the time the feeling arises, arise, arise ...