Текст песни Нолик - Бумага все стерпит

My thoughts climb on the bench,
After all, they want treatment.
And emotions do not pass,
How to live every day as if wrapped.

Morning cargo, leave traces,
Yesterday, Friday's storm.
Saturday clamp zapryazhёt,
In their problems,
But when something comes and happiness.
Hardly allow Sunday to stretch their wings,
So once Monday nakinet noose around his neck,
I will describe it in the paper and I believe,
After all, the paper will pass through time,
And even under heavy rains, tolerate everything.