Lyrics Павел Пиковский - Радость моя

My joy, do not cry,
Tears his own.
Morning - a living executioner -
It will burn us from the inside out.
And looking in the eye
Say: "Break the pen!"
After all, life is only a station,
And death is only an apron.

Have not gone crazy yet,
You, my joy, understand:
My city has become too small,
It drowns a huge world.
And in the pouring rain
Everything will disappear by itself.
My train is waiting and waiting,
To take us home.

What a stupid life,
There is a glass on the table.
I'm very tired:
I lived three hundred years.
Today everything, like yesterday,
The same evil game.
Fly, fly, petal!
Love your way!
Love your Far East,
Love the Urals and Siberia!
Fly to darkness and light,
To the place where we are no more!
Fly ...

My joy, wake up!
Life is only a dream.
Do you hear in the wet night
Is the wheel spinning?
And I'll finish the couplet
And the poles will move.
My joy, greetings!
Opposite Lane!

What a stupid life,
There is a glass on the table.
I'm very tired:
I'm tired of walking on the Earth.
Today everything, like yesterday,
The same evil game.
Fly, fly, petal!
Love your way!
Love your Far East,
Love the Urals and Siberia!
Fly to darkness and light,
To the place where we are no more!

What a stupid life,
There is a glass on the table.
I'm very tired:
I lived three hundred years.
Today everything, like yesterday,
The same evil game.
Fly, fly, petal!
Love your way!
Love your Far East,
Love the Urals and Siberia!
Fly to darkness and light,
To the place where we are no more!
Fly ...
Fly ...
Fly ...

My joy, do not cry,
Tears of my own ...