Текст песни Рома Фандорин - Не успел

Can I really ever did something good,
Perhaps for that I have not yet had time to bad
My life, thank God, now iskorёzhena
Your pianinistyh fingers palms.

Izmalёvana eyebrow, drawing the blade,
Broken pieces into laughter,
How did it all at once becomes happiness
Such, as I, crippled.

And once it becomes grief
The day living and yesterday,
How to Stop the ribs
Somewhere in the neighborhood of coughing.

Scoff match,
For pupils, the pupils rush,
What I would give, and perhaps betrayed,
For they were draws.

And roamed the perimeter of our house,
And that blood is also gossiped the body,
To the morning as from the hospital,
Nursing curtains in our Sunday.

And look at you with all his strength,
And terribly want children
Can I really make someone happy
Maybe because I not have time to yourself ...