Текст песни Рок Изба - Нет времени

No again I don't have time
I lose my thoughts in the rush
your answer in a letter packed on my desk between important matters
my life is a fiance to tease, I know I will not calm down, you alone with doubt quarrel, you alone married a scoundrel

nothing winter but the sun, I will smile and put on mittens, your life bows to passers-by with a hammered peg on the ground
I'll drink poison and bread from the mill
let them say don't calm down
brother, our destinies are unlikely to meet
hardly a brother who will pray