Текст песни kommunikaция - жизненно

Life is a complicated thing, whatever one may say.
And if you want to win someday -
do not say too much, find a cross that should be borne.
Be good, and all whom you consider bad - forgive.
 
And on patsanskih public it, of course, is better written.
And, this is much more beautiful singing representatives of show business.
But there will always be someone like me repeating the trivial truths.
And someone who writes under this - "vital."

Try not to love anyone, well, so that directly strongly.
Because feelings will be extinguished, and you are already on someone else's way.
Never be proud of anything, but say thank you for everything.
Prepare to solve everything yourself, then you can get lucky.

Or love, but already to the end - with dirty dishes in the kitchen,
together with those wonderful children that she will give birth to you later.
Women are divided into two types - mothers or whores.
And next to each of them you once will understand that - one.

Life will fly like an airplane made of paper.
There are ravines, hummocks and zamanuhs everywhere.
And it will not help to become happy, neither sober calculation, nor magic -
the one who believes that women are either mothers or whores.

The sky is very beautiful. Remember this, please.
The city is also beautiful, especially in summer sunny.
And to help someone is not enough just pity.
You are the vessel and hand that holds it, deciding to fill what.

Stars can laugh and quiet crystal ringing
Do not let you fall asleep, somewhere in your youth at night.
Look at everything you find - from afar and from different directions.
And do not give up your happiness when the beggar is sad.

All that was in the beginning - for the devil you'll see the finish.
And the work is worth looking for, the one you love sincerely.
The most correct way is simple. This is the rule of life, you see the world.
We are walking in the dark with you, our kindness is a spark in it.

We are similar and in this close, only in the world there are no identical.
In the dark sky, for some reason, sparks, but for their sake, darkness was created.
Be humble and all the questions, those that are more than you - discard.
So especially remember in the fall that we are all living and different.

So especially remember in the winter, the dragging world of unconsciousness.
As whispering drowning in the name, and features - a living mirror image of the waters.
Most here do not see the important, I mean - it does not feel.
Sometimes, we will fall in love with everyone, sometimes we are part of the night in the sky.

In summer, all that is alive rains, blossoms and becomes full of strength.
Warm wind from happiness bearing up, and the sea of ​​breath waves reign.
The sun will re-energize your brush, and you will be a living artist.
You will understand that my free voice will "stand" your voice - it should.

In life, clearly there is something complicated, but is it not created by us?
You are in the mirror room of the past, you see the light that is given by the stars.
We will try to be serious, but at the same time easy in the truth.
And let only from happiness to pour tears into the world,
in this moment, when we are "vital".