Текст песни Болдырева Екатерина - Все равно

He looks at forty, he twenty-five
It costs all of its inadequate response
He's wanted in this world experience
When he was not a full seventeen
  
In his moments of Hell crawling like a century
His heaven all the angels look like dolls
What a horrible hand, all went under the hammer
That's the soul of carefree travel too
  
But God still, he is not to blame, and for a long time
He samouvolnenii of this nonsense
Glancing furtively at us, he mutters one
& Lt; I do to you, freak, never on anything not come & gt;
  
She Mara letters virgin sheet
Her muse thumping bruises from falls
And the air is thin whistle gubovny
When friends come to praise her genius
  
Preferring & lt; Hennessy & gt; dry wine
I do not see just otherworldly faces
But he is still in love with her in only one
And whispers in the night: God save it!
  
But God still, he also likes wine
Nobody Well it workaholic, judge for this
He watches our lives, like a bad movie
And if the bottom dancing and laughing, calling to swear to a neighbor
  
And who will help God? All he is doing himself
He is a true worker without reproach and fear
Hide pair of galaxies, dilute pole
Save the bug from the foot barefoot monk
  
Prevent invasion Einstein shower
Correct roof of the world, yet he still forever
Then - an hour and nirvana nektarovy shower
And the game of chess with a neighbor in the evening
  
The money for the event on the darkness and into the light
On the soul and forfeits, and sometimes on the match
God plays white and crafty neighbor
Plays black old habit.