Текст песни Владимир Шандриков - Я на свалке поломанных судеб...

All later ...

Song of Vladimir Romanovich ... recording from one of the concerts together with Arkady Severny in Odessa April-May 1977

I'm in a landfill of broken destinies
Where life is not in full swing
Where grievances and joys accumulate
For later, for later, for later.

It’s good to be free now
And, like a drowning one, for a moment
Oxygen enough ...
Early raving about the bell, old man!
All then, all after, all after ...

You sit still three years.
Chatted and that's enough.
Quick, eat sprats,
And sardines for beer - then.
All then, all after, all after ...

And then - it may be too late
And it doesn’t need to happen - then,
And besides, the soul is so nervous
And so cold in it, moreover.
Well they say to me: "All then, all later."

Well then, what did the wife cheat on,
She agreed with the officer in the wild.
So - there was a bitch, did not love,
Therefore, I did not wait.
All then, all after, all after ...

Do not give up the blues and gloom
Slowly sit and wait.
Soon there will be a set for "chemistry",
Well, your whole life is ahead!
All then, all after, all after ...

Life heady today
The taste of wormwood will then gain.
She will take revenge for everything and bills,
He will turn away and pass by.
All then, all after, all after ...