Текст песни Александр Новиков - Все живое особой метой...

All living things special Mehta
Celebrated since the earliest times .
If not I would have been a poet,
That must have been a crook and a thief .

Thin and stunted ,
Among the boys is always a hero
Often, often with a broken nose
I came to his home.

And towards the frightened mother
I tsedil through bloody mouth :
It'S Nothing! I tripped on a rock ,
This is all for to-morrow will heal . "

And now here , when a simple
These days Kipyatkova ligature,
Restless , daring force
Poem on my shed .

Gold , a pile of words ,
And on each line without end
Reflected former prowess
Bully and a victim.

How, then , I'm brave and proud,
Only novyu my splatters step ...
If before I was beaten in the face ,
Now covered in blood soul .

And I say, not my mother ,
And in a strange and laughing mob :
It'S Nothing! I tripped on a rock ,
This is all for to-morrow will heal . "