Текст песни Настя Полева - Всему своё время

With me , my tenderness,
But what to do with it ?
Appease their pride
The soul would not hurt

I was consumed with envy ,
And with it my anger
The desire to be the first
And to the highest standard

Faded book
It did not open .
After all, had the same wings,
Yes broke down .

In one hand - razor
In another - my courage
By the evening - the battle ,
In the morning - again mediocrity .

Over the roof - the sky
All in good time
With you your business
In thee my faith

With me at night cold
Desire to drink
Confident voice ,
Tired faces .