Текст песни Александр Демидов и Бобры - Свои заботы

His concern as ash from his cigarette,
Whisk to those who wish me evil.
Did not all the songs are sung in the world,
And in front of us waiting for great things!

Ah, how do you sometimes capricious all
And it is not ready for the confusion of the day!
I cried to you, but you never in my life
Without laughter did not look at me.

I do not need the smiles that evening.
What is now shake hands?
Who told you that I am willing to meet?
And let you get close, but you - my enemies.

I do not regret at all lived through,
On the contrary - I just feel sorry for you:
You talked a lot, but
You said earlier. I - now!

His concern as ash from his cigarette,
Whisk to those who wish me evil.
Did not all the songs are sung in the world,
And in front of us waiting for great things!