Текст песни Зоя Быстрякова - 32 часа в сутках

32 hours in a day

I'm thirty-two hours in a day
And for the year two winters.
In my world, with more than reason -
I can offer a loan.
A romance as much,
How can digest,
The balance is very delicate,
Otherwise not live here.

Equally ambiguous
Every day, surprise again,
Whether it is sunny or gloomy -
He is deprived of the shackles of time.
If thoughts come to doubt
The complexity of selection - Nord Ost il,
I look up to inspiration
And smile dog muzzles.

In my world Perun and Buddha
Slowly speak of the eternal.
But I will not disturb them,
City altars lightly.
I do not mean ushloy,
Just a lot I'm afraid I do not have time,
I would be bargained with cuckoo -
Nakukuet let centuries.

Someone may decide that the authorities
Prilep label me pariah
Well I winked tadpole
From the orange tide.
Someone may call psychosis,
Or mediocre farce,
The nail in the crown, in the soul of a pain -
Staying a contrary.