Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Не зарекайся, жизнь поднимет планку

At the time, the river meandering channel,
That violent roll, then plant in the reeds.
And what's to come - is scheduled for the course
Do not know, no soul alive.

At the time the river demonic habits -
If we zashtormit, there is no salvation in it.
Look how many years have passed, and we live with an eye
On the tower Magadan camps.

   Do not promise - the life will raise the bar,
   Do not condemn - the fate of another color.
   My grandfather was two o'clock in the basement of the Lubyanka
   And there was gray in incomplete thirty years.

We are in a whirlpool river ruined Power,
Cut to the eagle goldfinch.
And once again build a life on a new statute,
Obmateril Russia three throat.

Of course - it's time to mess call to order,
This all solid and make the face,
But paying for the words of the oath soldier,
And the bloodshed of innocent boys.

   Do not promise - the life will raise the bar,
   Do not condemn - the fate of another color.
   My grandfather was two o'clock in the basement of the Lubyanka
   And there was gray in incomplete thirty years.

Unit leaders and prophets-crooks
Flit here and there over the raging waters.
And with them all the people on the narrow duct
Towards uncertainty floats.

But we are what we are building,
While in his soul could overcome fear not.
Vaughn says again, they say the clouds over the land,
And this is just the sky in the clouds ...