Текст песни Михаил Шелег - Парадокс

Here's what a paradox, we did not find a direct answer,
What we are waiting for from life? Why so moody all of us?
In February, we live in the ice waiting for the summer,
And in July, sadness and live for the winter.
We bid farewell to their loved ones, kiss their hands,
Presented with flowers and try to somehow entertain,
And when they close, we live in anticipation of separation,
But the separation will come - and we are once again waiting for a meeting.

Our life is circling us, in his whirlwind of rapid twirls,
And it seems to us - at the time of infinite thread
We suffer and love and live in the expectation of death,
Here she is at the gate - do not ask her to wait.
Here's what a paradox, is not seen to good beats dishes
But we believe, and beat, and - Amen! And - Forever and ever!
And so it went - we live in expectation of a miracle,
You get used to and look forward to it again.