Текст песни Алла Пугачева - Песенка про меня

Who does not know the spreading rumors in vain,
What I live without sorrow and worries,
What in the world all the luckier I
And in all
And always
I'm lucky.

Just like everyone else, like everyone else, like everyone else,
I go on the ground, go
And the fate of all, like everyone else,
Happiness ask yourself.

You do not believe that I live in paradise,
And I shy away from trouble.
Similarly, I get tired in the evening,
And sad,
and Reba
Sometimes.

Just like everyone else, like everyone else, like everyone else,
I go on the ground, go
And the fate of all, like everyone else,
Happiness ask yourself.

Life I sometimes batters and shakes,
But from troubles knows me means one thing:
In the bitter hour when fatally unlucky,
I say,
What luck
Does not matter.