Текст песни УлиЦа ПраВды - Дети рождаются

Years pass , children are born .
Conscience is not in fashion , life goes on.
With satchels children go to school in the morning ,
I did not see the first gray hair.

So hopeless soul in the body toils ,
With a thick skin life goes on.
Back there in February and cold,
Heart in the chest to dissolve suddenly rose.

March snow is white in the lowlands ,
Time breaks us ragged italics.
But do not give up , do not go down ,
And under him this time is rotten .