Текст песни Аркадий и Александр 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,
Tear, good!

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