Текст песни Н.Полева и В.Шахрин - Всему свое время

With me , my tenderness
But what to do with it
Soothe his pride
The soul would not hurt .

I was gnawing envy
And it is my anger
The desire to be the first
And to the highest standard.

faded book
She did not open
After all, they had the same wings
Yes broke down .

In one hand the razor
Another my courage
By the evening of the battle
In the morning again dullness .

Above the roof of the sky
Everything has its time
With you your business
In you my faith .

With me the cold night
Desire to drink
Confident voice
Tired faces .