Текст песни Ярослав Борута - Жизнь прекрасна, и не более, не менее

Life is beautiful, and not more, not less,
The white painted any stripe.
Why someone else struck dumb with joy I
As in ancient Greek sculpture of the woods?

Inverted the concept of happiness,
They say it is - a purely personal, his,
Offering in trouble to take part,
We are silent about where the good.

Without a doubt, there is an excuse,
After envious uchuyut and come,
Dogs greedy rush to the wolves,
Finally spit and leave.

They bait - what is sacred to us, and expensive,
Why all climbs inside.
Whose soul shines - everywhere crow
Its drag and drop on the way.

But imagine if suddenly this comes true,
What share their happiness ban,
All the jealous and envious forgotten,
Let go into politics - if they want to.

How freely and happily will heal us:
"What is mine but not taken away forever!
Only in this way we will be able to take revenge on the enemies, thieves:
One happy - and one man in it. "

Only disagrees with this opinion
Uncomfortable, I ask the question:
What to do, if the creators and geniuses
The new Life lost all the demand.
That is the question ....
A tricky question ...