Текст песни Т. и С. Никитины - Времена не выбирают

The Times did not choose,
           They live and die.
           Most of vulgarity in the world
           No, than to beg and blame.
           As if these are possible,
           As the market changed.

           Whatever the age, the age of iron.
           But smokes a wonderful garden,
           Cloud shine; I have five years
           I should have been scarlet fever
           To die, live in the innocent
           The age in which there is no grief.

           You're lucky himself away,
           And if you do not want to live the Terrible?
           Do not dream of the plague
           Florence and leprosy?
           Want to go to the first class,
           And not in the hold, in the darkness?

           Whatever the age, the age of iron.
           But smokes a wonderful garden,
           Cloud shine; hug
           Age of my rock, my goodbye.
           Time - this test.
           Do not envy anyone,

           Firmly close embrace.
           Time - the skin and not the dress.
           Hluboka his seal.
           Like with finger prints
           With us - his features and folds,
           Looking closer, we can take.