Жизнь, что такое жизнь? Говорят, что это миг - ты за него держись..
Не знает человек, для чего пришел на землю, он прожив свой век
В жизни бывает сложно и несложно иногда,
Здесь солнце, реки, воздух и вода..
Бежать от жизни можно - это да,
От смерти не уйдешь ты никогда.
Смерть, что такое смерть?
Может просто сон, а может черный черный снег.
Уносил людей забирал на век.
Зачем же смертен человек?
Уходит навсегда, теряешь ты его,
Ты о нем не знаешь ничего,
Забьешься как щенок и смотришь в потолок
И понимаешь как без него одинок.
Life, what is life? They say that this moment - you hold on to it ..
The man does not know what he came to earth for, he lived his century
In life it can be difficult and uncomplicated sometimes,
Here the sun, rivers, air and water ..
You can run from life - yes,
You will never leave death.
Death, what is death?
Maybe just a dream, maybe black black snow.
Took people away for ages.
Why is man mortal?
Leaves forever, you lose it,
You do not know anything about him,
Zabeshsya as a puppy and look at the ceiling
And you understand how lonely without him.
Life, what is life? They say that this is a moment - you hold on it ..
Does not know a person for what came to earth, he lived his age
In life it is difficult and easy sometimes,
Here the sun, rivers, air and water ..
You can run from life - yes,
You never leave death.
Death, what is death?
Maybe just sleep, and can black black snow.
I carried the people taken by the century.
Why is mortal man?
It goes forever, you lick it,
You do not know anything about him
Couch as a puppy and look at the ceiling
And you understand how without him alone.
Life, What is life? They Say That This Moment - You Hold On To IT ..
The Man Does Not Know What He Came to Earth for, He Lived His Century
In Life It Can Be Difficult and Uncomplicated Sometimes,
Here Sun, Rivers, Air and Water ..
You can Run from Life - Yes,
You Will Never Leave Death.
Death, What is deadh?
Maybe Just A Dream, Maybe Black Black Snow.
Took People Away for Ages.
Why is Man Mortal?
Leaves Forever, You Lose It,
You do Not know anything about him
Zabeshsya As A Puppy and Look At The Ceiling
And You Understand How Lonely Worthout Him.
