Текст песни Александр и Аркадий Брязгины - Отвяжись, плохая жизнь

In this world, they say -
Nothing new.
Not left, - they say -
Nothing saint.
On your two hold on,
If not worn.
Distop, bad life,
Turn, good.

Musa became a nosta
And winter summer
Bits are our trumps,
Songs are our lutes.
Do not go to us, do not go
On the grass is unsurried.
Distop, bad life,
Turn, good.

So much accept the century
That language does not have a language.
No happiness fool -
Fools smart.
You are visiting not to hang
Dear, unpreded.
Distop, bad life,
Turn, good.