Текст песни Александр Вестов - Жизнь-монета

This ace of trumps in his pocket throw fate
Who gets it in his pocket, a hole.
Yes, and hrustyaschenkim rubles, I do not have the habit,
The habit to smoke only in the window.
I promised to call back, that we talk to you,
And he did not know what to say.
And stupidity different bear that went our way,
I do not want…. better lie.

Life is all gold coin rolls,
Only the brilliance of the sun is burning.
I exchanged the coin on the convoy -
Zolotishko fade, look.

Press down on the glass and on the moon,
Longingly at night I look.
As if it gives forgiveness.
Well, in the eyes of the church and the temple of my confession of sins,
And the tears in the eyes of the redeemed.
Forgive me, Lord, you are, for what life has caused,
And for me ... sorry dissolute.
God bless you friends that are sitting in the camps,
Please, let them sins.

Life is all gold coin rolls,
Only the brilliance of the sun is burning.
I exchanged the coin on the convoy -
Zolotishko fade, look.