Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Тост тридцатилетним

As time goes slowly,
How quickly will run.
ABOUT! it day by day, we steal,
Single life.
Kindergarten and school yard
Institutskiy corridor
Snow Trails, White Mountains.
With a young wife standing,
Grandson pours wine
And the movie ends.

Do not lose yourself in the way
And take care of friends
And never open a boutique in the shower,
Where the price of predatory selling its heat
Where soulful warm words converted into a craft.
A knock on the night - nothing.
Lay the table guests
And all the sins you forgive.

    On the ground someone jumps trot
    Someone just crawling on it.
    Thirty years - ten thousand
               nine hundred and fifty days,
    Thirty years - you're still a kid:
    Whistling in the ears and eyes burning,
    But for the mother and father -
    This means that everything is not in vain,
    But for the mother and father -
    On the ground, you do not live in vain.

That made forget
And hurried forward.
To substitute all winds toward the chest,
And not vice versa.
You take their destiny,
Flag winning vzviv in the sky,
And you lose, do not roar.
Simply no, no success without losses.
We must really want
Over himself off.

    On the ground someone jumps trot
    Someone just crawling on it.
    Thirty years - ten thousand
               nine hundred and fifty days,
    Thirty years - you're still a kid:
    Whistling in the ears and eyes burning,
    But for the mother and father -
    This means that everything is not in vain,
    But for the mother and father -
    On the ground, you do not live in vain.