Текст песни Артем Северов - На самой южной Ривьере

Soon forty,
But I walk as before
To the back exit, through the backyard.
If in life
Happiness with grief is equal -
So a suitcase of luck
I have already paid for it for a long time.
So, soon it will be like this:

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On the southernmost Riviera
Where people sleep on the go
And, like birds in an aviary,
Beauties are all in sight.
On the southernmost Riviera
With a cigar on my lip
I'm lying down and drinking cocktails
And I smile at fate.

Soon forty.
Everything will still change!
But anxiety lay in my heart:
Something happiness does not hum, does not calve!
Where are you, luck, hide
Your cherished suitcase ?!
These are dark deeds, boy!

Chorus (x2)