Текст песни Александр Буйнов - Жизнь свою разорву на две

I do not want to smoke in the morning ,
So greedily not throttled cough
And I will not smoke at night
Dreams flew to march.
In dreams a reality always happens
In thoughts past and future sins
There clarity born of life
In memory potion shed tears.

Chorus:
His life will break into two
One afternoon , while the other night.
Take away the sweet night
False day gifts to all other (2 times)

Drown bitter night dreams
And for that tricky pattern ,
Tie wisdom to life circuits
And longing to bathe liquor.
In dreams a reality always happens
In thoughts past and future sins ,
There clarity born of life
In memory potion shed tears.

Chorus (4 times)