Текст песни Валентина Гай - Неплохо

Days pass by and all the past:
The nights without sleep, lonely morning.
Thoughts fly unkempt wedge
Still not bad like.

But every time week after week
He reaches for a long time, it ends immediately.
Start somewhere in the shower, finish in the bed,
And do not even feel sorry for once.

The lines in a notebook on the go beads,
Month in the sky grows thin before the deadline,
The handle slides on the paper as a hydroplane,
How many will yet how much?

Empty words turn into sounds,
Let them do not eat into the memory.
And you want to take someone's mighty hand,
Stepping headlong into the flames Spacey

Live need every last minute,
As the air in the lungs desperate breath.
To say to someone's death:
And you know, it was really nice.